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Sunday, August 14, 2011


    Do you remember the black slides?
You were so fascinated when I let
            just one
  dangle from my toes
My legs crossed
  skirt riding up my thighs,
 smooth, tanned legs
 and would have parted
  just for you
   at the slightest touch...
but your eyes never left
  that shoe
dangling from the very

©Vivid X Photography (slides)

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

White Lace...

  The scent of rain
 carried in through french doors
 The sound of thunder
and your quiet sighs
  Whispers of silk
 sliding across soft,
   smooth skin
 the heat of your hands
skimming down my thighs
  bite marks on your shoulder
the feel of your tongue
  the satin of your lips
 the weight of your body
 pressing into me
   the feel of your teeth
 biting into my hip
The hard length of you
 pushing deep into my core
 the look in your eyes
as you watch my face
 The tightening of your muscles,
  the taste of your kiss
 The lingering reminders
of you and white lace

©Vivid X Photography ( White Lace)