Admission is a quiet prayer of sorts, a question, a plea, a moment of desire that you can feel in your erratic pulse, in the heat of your own skin, in the growing need to have more.
And sometimes it only takes a single word to get under your skin, to leave you tight inside, hungry and wanting, waiting for the next word, the next command that sends you to your knees. One word to bend you over, to expose you.
A prayer you think?? Not sure I agree but .. admission as you tell it.. is very , very erotic.
Thus.. I could call it a prayer.. for in my life.. all the things I do to find things erotic.. are prayers .. of one sort or the other.
ooh, you have such delicious words. I’ve just spent the better part of an hour devouring your blog, soaking in the beauty like the sun on the last day of summer. I picked this post to reply, because it summed up why I’ve gone all smitten on your grammar and usage.
*adds to favorites*
*applauds*
~nym