I show up at his door.

I’m wearing something that

Makes me feel a little

Ridiculous

But...

It was snowing, ok.

I wore a puffy coat

high heels

And tight jeans.

I’m feeling it.

My diamonds

Twinkle

Making me look like

A rich bitch

It’s more than enough

To get his attention

I think

As I take another drink

Of the wine

In my sippy

Cup

Not a cup

No

A water bottle

They call it

I ring the doorbell again

The lights come on

Oh shit

I hope he wasn’t asleep

How awkward

It’s the holidays

I forgot

Oh fuck

Forget it

He’s married

And I shouldn’t be doing this.

The snow already lays on the ground, wanting to chill our breaths. But we are here,

inside. Next to the fire, wrapped around in this tight embrace. Low lights twinkle in the quiet room and my lips never part from yours. My fingers trace your soul, as my blood rushes inside. It burns. Hands move up your back, my nails digging deep. I moan as my mind spins, more than from the wine that now fills my veins. The taste of it still on your tongue. I inhale your smell and hold you close, and never forget this night. Skin against skin, touch against touch, so you can feel my love.

There is no way for me to forget this night.

Christmas Eve.

Snow is falling to whiten the night and in the living room, the lights twinkle on the tree we designed just for us.

But the right now, this very moment, we are entwined against one another. Your taste is like the sweetest of wines. You imbue me. Tonight, there will be no subtle or casual remarks. Tonight we join as one, bringing our own gift to life.

You are and always have been my greatest passion—never-ending. You bring out our very best as we sigh; as we moan. Then you finish with an unfettered small cry of primal joy.

Was it the twinkle of her sexy eyes

That betrayed her hearts desire?

The way she licked her lips gauging his size

That set her very soul on fire?

The lights were set low

Their passions were all a glow

On that cold, frosty winters night

With the beauty of the softly falling snow

Perhaps too much wine was to blame

Her heart soon turned to flame

When she made her first bold move

To get him in the a sexy groove

His manhood filled her quite neatly

Soon she hungrily drained his seed completely

That snowy night she would never regret

With a beautiful woman he shall never forget...

BAM

Their kiss started out gentle and unhurried, but soon became a passionate exchange of reserved lust. It tasted distinctly of the rosé wine they'd shared earlier, further pushing their lips to tangle together. As the kiss became more heated, the lovers shed their clothing, one piece at a time. Deeper and deeper, they sunk into their private respite, one where they could forget everything outside their love. Gazing into one another's eyes, the blown pupils gleaming like twinkle lights, the lovers finally melded. The couple joined, bodies nearly overheating; a sharp contrast to the frigid snow outdoors. Throughout the night, desire rose in a crescendo of pleasure. Over and over again.

sovereign eyes,

owned this snowy winter’s night

a fierce dominance

letting her know of

his wants

she was his

words,

which roll off the

wine suckled tongue

saturating her blood

a desire,

coating every passionate nerve

hands that caress,

and make one to forget

taking and giving

both of which her body responds

twinkle lights cascaded

in the midst of the roaring fire

nothing could douse

this claim

like her lungs craved air

he was her dream and

her most fearful nightmare

she belonged to him

not because he demanded

that of her,

but because she couldn't stay away

right or wrong-he owned her

in him,

will she forever remain

Baby it's beginning to snow outside, you know I want you to stay the night.

Honey thats your second glass of wine, we lost track... its like we forgot about time.

But beside all that.. it just feel so right, the way you look in these twinkle lights

I couldnt ask for a more perfect night, I can't remember having a better time.

Baby it's your love I have to have tonight, our body become one, intertwind.

It's not the twinkling lights, has nothing to do with the snow or the glasses wine.

you feel it to gir,l i can tell you cant hide. lets just forget about the world tonight

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Forget the snow, the wine, the twinkle lights. . .

the single thought of you 

makes the mouth water

and lips tingle . . .

call it vulgar

if you will

either way . . . .

you'll make love

to me tonight even

if you're just thinking 

of kissing me goodnight . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

#xox #challenge

She closes her eyes but she can still see the lights twinkle behind her lids. They shine like stars, burning like his lips as he kisses down her neck.

Outside, the snow is still falling, but in here, they are in their own cozy world of heat and bright, sharp pleasure.

“Come here,” she says and pulls his head up to kiss his lips. He still tastes like the wine they drank earlier, its rich fruity flavor combining with his own earthy taste on her tongue. She moans softly as she opens her mouth wider to let him in.

“Will you forget me in the morning?” he asks.

“Yes,” she lies.

He dragged me to a room with twinkle lights covering the wall behind the bed. The bedroom was incredibly warm despite the amount of snow on the ground along with the temperature of the wind right outside the window. Maybe he was drunk off his mother’s wine. I know I was. With my boyfriend right downstairs I should have more guilt right now but, that just made the scenario more exciting. The bedding was soft and smooth against my skin, his face was right above mine, leaving my mind in a blank bliss. The pleasure that was coursing through my body that night was one I’d hope to not soon forget.