Enrapture
She walks the extra mile to merely glimpse in his eyes – intense, unrevealing, sometimes smiling, always unnerving she tries hard to read – leaving frustrated, refusing to give up. Aggravating passivity moving too slowly – while admiring externally, she longs to make him move. In the same direction, on the same page, effortless chemistry, confounding logistics – languishing in lust, his and her own. Wanton desire, fantasies erotic, bring her to her knees – transform on a whim, darkened room, cumulative heat where shadows loom.
Wow, Jill. You have the heart and soul of a poet!
I have felt that in my life, the desperate desires, the frustration of unmet needs, my inability to change my partner (of course), and the mysteries that happen between two people behind closed doors.
Wow.
Love your word usage. The black and white photography in your photo and header is lovely.
Thank you, sensualmuse, very much.
Wow indeed!
i stumbled across your blog and have spent the majority of the afteroon rifling through it. the themes you touch on so sparsely yet so deeply are exactly the sort of thing i’ve been pondering and writing about lately. or perhaps one just always finds themselves in good writing. i joined this site to post my writing and to read the writing of others; it’s refreshing to find what i was looking for.
Thank you, Nick, for your kind words. So glad you found something here you could relate to.