Desperate for his tender kiss

The most dangerous kiss
is not the passionate one
that ignites the fire
deep inside me

It is not the kiss
that expresses the depth
of how much you missed me
while we were apart

It is not the kiss that pulls
me into sweet blissful
distress, breathless,
longing, aching for
all of you

It is the sweet
tender kiss
our lips softly meeting
a tenderness so sweet
so deep, that it not
only stirs my heart
but ravages my soul

Blurs my vision
steals my breath
and rushes me through
the myriad of feelings
that my love for you

To say that I love him
is a crime. Words are not
sufficient to bring to life
the feelings my heart
my body
my mind
my soul
feel for him

To express it any other
way then in this simple kiss
is a poor testament

No one can truly know
how we feel, because they
cannot feel this kiss

-Lady X


Return Love

Oh the days and oh the nights
When my love is not entwined in my sight

When my eyes can’t see his eyes
When my lips cant feel his smile

My heart just longs to feel his body lie next to mine a while

My bed so lonely without his embrace
So cold and so empty without his warmth to taste

Without the drink of his passionate embrace
My arms are empty and my lips lonely for his face

As if a lifetime gone my love
yet only a minute passed

Gone from my sight a second just to check
If coffee is finished brewing yet

Return dear love
Return to me

Hold me tight and never set me free

From the heart of a crazy woman.

All my love,
Lady X

It’s just a sofa

Okay so random post for today. My favorite neighbor broke parole a few months ago and so back to jail he went. Well today they threw all of his stuff outside. It was really sad. Now the terrible part is that I took the mans couch. It’s a nice couch. Plus I can’t even begin to tell you how naughty this couch looks. Yes, it’s just a sofa, in theory. But in the inner workings of my crazy brain I see a plethora of naughty encounters that could happen here.

I’m sitting on it now, and my brain is flooded with images of grandeur of an epic orgasmic nature. So what is so great about this couch you ask? It’s huge! It is an endless playground of kissing, touching and fantastic exploration. It goes on forever! Yes, I am in fact a glutton for punishment too. You just start on one end and and makenyour way through all the twists and turns, it is hours and hours of fun.

It’s fantastic to just sit and imagine the 101 or more uses each area of this sofa has.

Now the glutton in me finds myself sitting here alone, as usual, but it’s the song that came on that made all of this worse. John Mayer – Edge of Desire. Sigh. He speaking my language tonight. Filling my head with such thoughts.

Don’t say a word, just come over and lie here with me, cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see, I want you so baldly I’ll go back on the things I believe, there I just said it, I’m scared you’ll forget about me.

Sigh sigh sigh.

This glutton is going to finish her evening with the girls, early bedtime means less torture I can put my brain through.

Always with all my love,
Lady X