Tribe.net. Local Connections Michael http://eroticfiction.tribe.net/thread/1049c4af-a9b4-4b50-9ec1-9bf84d8061ef#4e730dae-65b7-469f-9eb3-a2d957341e43 2008-07-08T07:16:34Z 2008-07-08T07:16:34Z

You have a real talent and passion hun, you should definately keep writing. Loved the picture you create with your writing

Michael 2008-07-08T07:16:34Z $item.owner.firstName http://eroticfiction.tribe.net/thread/1049c4af-a9b4-4b50-9ec1-9bf84d8061ef#8fa6c893-2a0f-4a89-8e2d-491ad2e1829a 2008-07-08T06:30:04Z 2008-07-08T06:30:04Z

Poetry in motion. Fluid and sexy.

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An early morning breeze rushes through white lace curtains Slipping over her naked body. She stirs and breathes deeply, The scent of tropical flowers and warm ocean waves. Dark lashes lift and blink, learning again the bright morning sunshine. Her limbs lengthen as toes and fingers stretch and flex, Limbs slightly trembling with the effort. The spicy scent of her sex joining the tropical mix in the air. Suddenly, the body arches from the bed in a sensual convulsion The last effects of slumber are banished. A languid caress brings hands along thighs, Across the undulating belly to ascend the mounds Teasing the peaks. Then she breaks free from the beds claim and rises to greet the morning. Fresh from the shower, she sips coffee in the breeze. Naked beneath the white eyelet dress, she is a vision. The tropical setting is so foreign yet comforting. The white curtains dance with her dress as she emerges. On the terrace, flowers, palms and this beauty A pulsating still life worthy of any master's stroking brush. Her eyes drink in the scene, white frosted waves of green The ocean laps the sandy shore, forever returning for more. Tan bodies in strips of cloth, frolic and tease and perform. But in an instant, she sits erect, breath ceasing with the sight. For from the jungle a god has emerged, his allure an epiphany. She has never before stepped on these shores, has never before laid eyes on this vision, and yet she knows. He has visited her, a blink of her eye, a fleeting thought, A heated dream that has haunted her for all time. His form is tall and wide and strong. His hair his dark and long and thick. His muscles bunch and flex as he strides. His eyes, oh how she longs to see.... As if beckoned by her thoughts, he lifts his dark eyes, Pauses in his stride, capturing her stare... He possesses her soul, then he smiles. She pulls a long drag of air into her burning lungs A blush touches her cheeks and she timidly, Slowly returns the gesture, her lips lifting, Lighting her blue eyes and his soul. Haunting her mind, he works a spell over her body The tall mysterious vision fills her space and presses near Shaking her head free of the dream, The water calls to her, promising a cooling touch She quickly frees each small button from it’s binding Her dress fluttering to the floor, forgotten As she stands naked under the circling fan, Her eyes drift over the brief garment on the bed Again shocked at her choice Once chosen in a rebellious mood So pale, so thin, so certain to all but disappear in the waves Taking a deep breath, she slips within the abbreviated garment Turning slowly she views a stranger in her mirror This creature, molded seductively in a silken caress A visual definition of woman, rounded to fill his hands here Dipping to invite his touch there She hears the frolicking ones on the beach and is shy But then stands tall, remembering her goal She is to step outside of her comfort and conquer her beast That which has kept her on the fringes of life now too long. Wrapping her hips in a thin triangle of material She moves with trembling bravado out into the sunlight Her eyes see only the waters allure Missing those that approve lustily and Those that hide envy with haughty disdain The sand warms her feet and slides between her toes As she strides gracefully across the white beach She moves into the waves, submitting to the warmth Another step and the water slips between her thighs It’s wet fingers touch her hidden treasures Her fingers skim the surface, as if moving over flesh She hears an erotic whisper in the waters rush Is overwhelmed by the thrust of the waters hand Her body yields to the force of a wave, the earth tilts Then arms enfold her, not the touch of a waters dream But that of a man, a tall dark man, her vision in the flesh. © 2008 Treasured

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