: About Me

Ecstasy How can I say I want you to melt into me, to slide around my body like a cobra covering prey? Dare I hope you seek the ecstasy stored in the deep corners of my soul? Shall I insist that you chase my feelings, gather them into your tender hands and press them to my back beneath your sweltering palms? How do I say please wet the dry recesses of my mouth with your passion like morning dew drifting from the ocean and blanketing sandy beaches? How darn I ask that we share ecstasy as we did yesterday again today?