Flowers of Submission ::: Erotica

[Passionaria]

A soft light filters from a golden shade, who's sculpted edge is hung heavy with amber beads. Beaded gold silk, perched delicately, over an ornate gold leafed lamp base. A duet that whispers tales only antique pieces know. This soft golden light, an oasis of warmth, washes over a Chinese Camphor wood altar, it calls home. If this light had a taste it would be cinnamon and rose infused honey.

Orbs of softness meander over the altars edge falling languid across my massive hand carved Mahogany bed. The rich brown, intricately carved headboard, invokes exotic tales of Bali, or Java, then clings to tall posters which rise toward the ceiling. Four carved posters define the this space, my sanctuary. This light casts a soft sheen on satin sheets, resembling Moonlight on water, and plump pillows are tossed about the bed like boulders amidst smooth water.

It is here my love that I wait for you. The gold of my hair, silky across boulders of down and satin. My arms lazily draped amass moonlit water, my mind drifting into dream-space searching for you, calling you to play. Soft orbs of light fall across my bare breasts, rosy nipples erect, as if begging your lips to suck from them this light that tastes of cinnamon and rose infused honey. Light that rolls languid over curves and valleys of flesh, then melts into pools of my desire.

Calling to you with eyes closed, reaching into the dream-scape to find you, a soft smile emerges from my parted lips. A smile of recognition, because I find you my love, lingering inside my body like golden light, warm and shimmery. Melting across my sexuality like warm spiced honey. Moaning out loud as you seep into my wanting, and my knees fall open offering to you my tenderest vulnerabilities.I hear my voice whispering, taste me as I drift off to sleep......