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Pump ~ A #Hearteater piece

In truth this thing beating in my chest is a simple pump. An organ of specialized muscle to push fluid through my arteries; a construction of chambers and valves to accept depleted blood and thrust it back through my body. My thoughts don't control it; my heartbeat resonates through my chest regardless of my awareness, beating through the night, through the day. And yet, somehow, she's managed to make it more.
To read along as you listen, the full piece, as well as the rest of the collaboration for the #Hearteater project can be found here.

Hurt Me

“Make it hurt.”
She went still, eyes jerking to mine, the blood-red heat of our arousal evident in the rasp of our breath.
“Please,” my voice broke with entreaty, “make it hurt.” A shudder rippled her body, visible and tangible where she held me down, hips over mine. My wrists already burned from the chafing of the rope that tied them to the headboard; my nipples already so sensitive another touch might push them past the line of pleasure.
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Twitterotica ~ Melt

She undid my composure by the light of the setting sun, an explosion of colors her backdrop, the rhythm of the ocean her music. By dip and sway my lover entranced me, feet mapping a spell of desire and passion, body gilded with summer’s expiring light.
To read along as you listen, the full piece can be found here.

Twitterotica ~ Drum

My heart beats, a solo drum marking the time in the night. Steady, constant, resonant; filling my ears with my own primal rhythm. You are near, I can feel you, watching me.
To read along as you listen, the full piece can be found here,

Thoughts from a Ghost

I watch you sleep, still, just like I used to. I can’t help it. I know you hate that, hated that. I reckon you don’t realize I still do it.
The warm afternoon sun lulled you, pulled your eyes closed, tugged you under. I watched you fight it and you fell asleep with your hand on your book. I missed seeing your vibrant eyes the moment they disappeared. The tension eased from your face, erasing years in its passing. You always looked so much older that you really are, your life’s wisdom, living, clear in your expression. Your respiration slowed until I knew you were deep asleep, lost in that lovely velvety darkness. I miss sleeping.
To read along the original piece can be found here

Erotica ~ Rain

The light outside is strange, dim; yet the trees glow with an ethereal light. Thunder rumbles in the distance; threat and promise.
Lightning flashes.
Count the heartbeats.
One.
Two.
Three…hear the growl, the roll of sound out over the water.
Breathe in, smell the rain?
Quiet…shhh….
To read along, the original piece can be found on my blog

Moment ~ A Twitterotica piece

I claim her as mine in little slivers of time. In the moment when her breath catches at the slide of my fingers down her spine; the skip of her heartbeat at the graze of my teeth down her neck; the quivering exhale at the drag of my nails over her skin. Each a precursor, a promise, a portend of what’s to come.
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Palimpsest ~ Dedication:Ch1

I have a story to tell, one of lust, passion, desire and love.  Palimpsest is merely the beginning.
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Shivers - Twitterotica

Just a little bit of twitterotica...a piece titled 'Shivers'

Sins of Angels, ch4 ~ Ascent

Continue listening to Sins of Angels...
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