Introduction:
“your hand
touching mine.
this is how
galaxies
collide.” 
― Sanober Khan

Soneto XVIIo te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño
 
by Pablo Neruda

Come away with me Sugar... and let's dance 

Introduction:
“Women need to feel loved and men need to feel needed.” ― Rita Mae Brown, Riding Shotgun




​Love Like Butter
a vision in turquoise fills my hungry eye
your golden curves framed to perfection
dark curls spill over white linen pillows
your graceful body arched like a spring
my goddess in high heels, temptress divine

I feel the waves of heat rise from you
shimmering in the soft candlelight
like the sun pouring it's warming glow
your scent drifts seductive to fill my head
your soft moans hone my raging appetite

I silently circle you like a hungry wolf
hooded eyes  glowing unblinking
sniffing the warm air, I growl to you
a flash of knowing passes between us
two ancient souls bound by passion

a silent invitation in your sparkling eyes,
desires message mirrored on your full lips
the need and hunger is there unspoken
your call loudly rings in my heart's ear
yes my lover, yes my mate, Shakti mine

your silken bonds hold you so tightly
your proud round rump raised high for me
a line of turquoise, like a winding stream
between those soft hills that call to me
to kneel behind you and delve so deep

I raise the waters to seek that treasure
a hidden jewel perfect and priceless
a delicate dusky rose moist with dew
calls to me nearer to probe it's secrets
and slowly open the gate and enter

for all this life you have  waited for me
desire salty and rich like butter melting
over your trembling soft flushed skin
sweet surrender to my burning passion
my goddess, made slave to my rising need
W. I. Boucher January 2, 2000

I need you Sugar to feed this desire... It is consuming me...

​Introdution:
“I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart” 
― Christina Perriuction:

​I want your body Sugar..... :)