I get lost in the realms of wanting my lips pressed against your lips, my seductive Jelly .... you turned. Eyes met, then you lowered your lids and stretched upward as my lips covered yours. We kissed, long, lingeringly, fighting to keep the building urgency at bay .... My words, my arm around you, urged your feet to follow mine. Our lips touched again, brushed again, we stopped again to feast .... I had you trapped between myself and the daybed. Your gown was already loose. Arms clothed in soft linen closed around you ... My lips and teeth grazed the long line of your throat and my hands moved over you. They knew you well, those wicked, wanton hands, knew how to make you shiver, shudder, knew how to make your flower beneath your skirts. My touch was not delicate but possessive, each caress tending to the primitive ....

Robert