Looking for a vivacious delicious woman. Artistic soul. Great body. Petite or slender up to 5' 6", Loves to dance. Naughty and kinky. Light BDSM. Hit me up if you're in and around the San Francisco Bay Area or have a submissive friend around these parts who might enjoy playing with a Picies man.
"EMBRACE"
Where the rain stopped clouds were dreaming, pausing, filling senses with warmth and memory. Quiet to ponder. Breaking away moments before connection called untold affection. Seeing birds flying in silhouettes of gray, eyes blurred turning inside where buttons came undone revealing soft dancing to music, a jazz melody, eyes open reflections within mirrors, a lover’s delight. Candlelight shadows asked, “Where were you last night when my arms reached down, longing to satisfy hungers as the moon was shining a silver glow?” Silence. The mirror waiting. Patience. “To the other side of the galaxy, my dear…where light becomes form and time knows nothing of struggle.” Eyes touched. Arms embraced. “Tell me more,” she beckoned, lips brushing sweetly. Pulling back, turning away, a heavy burden of paths and urge causing interlude, gazing to the window, seeking the silhouettes, turning to speak... “Behind the clouds reveals more answers.” Sadness washed over with tears of desire, “Which direction? Where do I look? How can I find a place where you are and I’m not?” “There I pointed, smiling. To the east, then west, both south and north.” Serenity embraced souls on fire. Gentle hands touched, hearts rising, minds weaving, tongues deeply touching, spinning in circles within circles, out of control sensation rising, pulling, rolling, climbing, screaming, fading as the day unfolds, collapsing, gasping, breathless, desperately seeking the horizontal as all moved in fluids, no bearing, no form, behind the birds, into the shadows and disappearing from earth and stars, finally at ease and able to sleep.
"EMBRACE"
Where the rain stopped clouds were dreaming, pausing, filling senses with warmth and memory. Quiet to ponder. Breaking away moments before connection called untold affection. Seeing birds flying in silhouettes of gray, eyes blurred turning inside where buttons came undone revealing soft dancing to music, a jazz melody, eyes open reflections within mirrors, a lover’s delight. Candlelight shadows asked, “Where were you last night when my arms reached down, longing to satisfy hungers as the moon was shining a silver glow?” Silence. The mirror waiting. Patience. “To the other side of the galaxy, my dear…where light becomes form and time knows nothing of struggle.” Eyes touched. Arms embraced. “Tell me more,” she beckoned, lips brushing sweetly. Pulling back, turning away, a heavy burden of paths and urge causing interlude, gazing to the window, seeking the silhouettes, turning to speak... “Behind the clouds reveals more answers.” Sadness washed over with tears of desire, “Which direction? Where do I look? How can I find a place where you are and I’m not?” “There I pointed, smiling. To the east, then west, both south and north.” Serenity embraced souls on fire. Gentle hands touched, hearts rising, minds weaving, tongues deeply touching, spinning in circles within circles, out of control sensation rising, pulling, rolling, climbing, screaming, fading as the day unfolds, collapsing, gasping, breathless, desperately seeking the horizontal as all moved in fluids, no bearing, no form, behind the birds, into the shadows and disappearing from earth and stars, finally at ease and able to sleep.
