Yemanja

Quietly

2012-01-28T17:00:00.000-06:00

Her mind races to find
the answers which may
never come..

Her beauty and talent
are seldom enough to
fulfill her desire.

She is always trying
to prove something;
mainly to herself.

No matter how
much she may
feel emotionally
beat up by others;

she always beats
herself up more
than anyone else
ever could.

-Simple elegance
always pleasures
her!

Sincerity reaches
right through her
armor and touches
her heart.

She is more delicate
then she shows..

She desires affection
showered on her by
one devoted man;

if You can meet her
standards and be
patient enough to
stick around!

You'll be in line for
some of the sweetest
love under the Sun!

Her love is a pure
flow of energy!

It is rarely
Jealous
Controlling.

It is Quiet
Enduring
Loyal..

It is Sexual
Thoughtful
Sincere...

-Would you dare love her, to feel
your heart for a second.?.?

Yemanja

Your Voice

2011-12-07T07:15:00.001-06:00

She was Stunned.

Speechless..

Sitting in silence
listening to his
voice she felt
completely
over-whelmed.

-Filled with fear
Excitement..

Imagining his lips
pressed against hers!

His hands firmly
grouping Her
senses...Sensesly!

(Sighing)

-You have seeped
into me Once Again;

and the only thought
in my mind?

Are your Blue Eyes
Smiling at me..

Filled with desire
Simply with the
sound of my Voice...!

Yemanja :-)

female arousal

2011-07-31T00:14:00.003-05:00

In my sexuality,

within my sensuality

in every way, every day.

You punish me. .Lovingly.

For loving you this Way;

-My breath dancing
on your skin like
nothing you've

ever felt.

Penetrating my Sex,
as you promised
you would..

Yemanja

Instinctively

2011-06-04T18:20:00.020-05:00

you pretend
to hate her.

Convincing
yourself she
is out of your
life for good!

Yet, she is your
first thought at
dusk and the
last at dawn..

Minha alma permiates
your soul...Consistanly,
still..

How consumed we
are for each other;

forever; filled with
such yearning!

Yemanja

In these hours

2011-01-23T18:52:00.000-06:00

Lying under the full moon
with the sound of the ocean
wishing for impossible things.

Knowing we could
never be...Never touch.

You...Who knows my
secrets...My darkness.

Taunting me
teasing my will
tearing my
serenity
to shreds.

Defiant?

Yes, we are.

Love isn't perfect
love is effortless.

Love isn't fair
love is beautiful.

Love isn't expected
love is given.

Love isn't that
Love is this!

In the end;

only you and I know
the true nuance of us.

Yemanja

Pussy control

2011-01-11T18:30:00.000-06:00

...To her surprise,

this was the first time
she understood the
freedom of surrender.

His dominant strength
showed her that she
could be weak and
helpless if she so
chose.

Yet he is such a man
that if she felt like
being in control, it
didn't threaten him,
it amused him.

...Her teasing, wanton
behavior, invites him
to make love to her.

Yet he would wait until she
was begging in white-hot
need, so that all she would
experience when he fucked
her was pure sexual pleasure.

...One of the most
beautiful things about her
is her passion, and
he knew he'd never have
enough of her.

Molding his lips and
his body to hers
as she lay captive
beneath him;

he penetrates her
with a steady
pressure until he
was anchored deep.

A shudder jolted
through his body,
then with long,
drugging strokes,
he began to make
her his.

...She didn't fight it,
she welcomed it,
relished it, loving
the fullness and
instinctively knowing
the pleasure would
drown everything
with exquisite
liquid tremors.

He stroked deep and
hard, knowing the
surging wave was
building inside her
as surely as it built
inside himself.

He urged her on
with raw whispers
of love, taking untold
pleasures in controlling
her cries of passion.

Then, suddenly, she
screams and clings to
him tightly, and a cry is
torn from his own throat,
as they climax together.

...Soft and feminine, she
stretches like a sexual cat
with a bellyful of cream.

His gift to a Goddess...

Yemanja

Safely in Emotion

2010-11-21T12:30:00.003-06:00

...Within the twilight of
ecstasy his heart touches
every part of her.

His eyes licking over her
body like a candle flame.

Fingers slowly circling
her pinkest flesh.

Sensations like threads
of fire penetrating her,
spreading deliciousness
into her.

Scalding her with a brand
of excitement she'd never
experienced before.

Reclining before him,
legs apart, rendering
herself completely
vulnerable to his
demands.

Feeling wickedly
insatiable...Her clit
erupts...Bloom
unfurling...Hotly,
darkly...Safely
in emotion.

-He is stunned.

...Then joy rises up in him,
filling his heart with the fiercest
love he had ever known.

Yemanja

In my yearning

2010-11-15T18:55:00.002-06:00

I long for you
to do more..

I close my eyes
and imagine your
mouth on mine.

You have seen my
eyes close, hiding
my desire beneath
lowered lashes.

And you know 'that'
slight curve of my
lips betrays my
anticipation of
your kiss..!

Your hunger for me
remains a mystery, along
with my growing sense
of freedom and
willingness to turn
my back on all the
things I was led
to represent;
believe..

But you want my
need for you to turn
to craving?!

"-When my desire turns
to hunger and my ache
becomes insatiable; then
you can take my body
and soul, and
make me yours.."

Yemanja

It is what it is..

2010-09-22T01:00:00.001-05:00

You always
open me
petal by
petal..

Your touch;
electric!

My Soul shivers;
raw
excitement
fear
lust
an insane
need
to be
penetrated
touched
used
loved
wailing solace..

-Reciting a poem
before you...

Yemanja

Last night

2010-08-06T16:00:00.002-05:00

Lying together,
kissing many kisses;

soft pecks, sensual
touching of lips,
a strong moist union.

Brushing kisses across
my shoulder and up
my neck.

Closing my eyes. You kiss
my cheek before turning
to a soft joining of lips.

There we linger...

Tongues touching,
penetrating, retreating,
and again going deep,
searching for the soul.

All the while your hands
move, exploring with
caresses.

Mapping contour
of waist and hip.

Smoothness of back and
curve of breast.

For us, there is only this
moment--it is our total
existence.

Your hands reaches for
my breasts; delicate,
smooth, rising swell.

Finding nipples erect,
fingers stirring passion
in slow circles.

With lips and tongues
still joined, my hand
embraces your cock.

Teasing with the
lightest touch.

You break the long kiss,
dropping short ones
down my neck and
across my breast.

Your tongue circles
my nipple, your hand
now free, moving down.

Fingers passing through
bare skin, finding
vulnerability.

Tracing excitement!

Bringing it back to
the swollen elusive
pleasure spot.

Where your fingers,
like your tongue above,
begins a movement
of circular play.

Moving round and round
pushing down. My hand
tightens, squeezing
your hard cock.

You moan, my breathing
changes.

My breath binds your
hand to its rhythm--
your movements quicken.

I cry out...

You continue,
my pleasure continues.

Yemanja

Your easiness

2010-08-03T15:40:00.007-05:00

comforts me..

Your willingness

to share yourself

baffles me.

How refreshing!

I admire that about you.

You are welcoming

yet, not aggressive.

You speak your truth

without demands.

You embrace me

with your heart

not your game.

You embrace my

passion along with

yours.. What else

is there to say..?

You make me

want more..

Yemanja

Free love

2010-08-02T22:24:00.000-05:00

Your essence infused

my skin, my thoughts

are now with you.

Your hands exploring

every inch of my body.

Watching me watch you!

Yearning, begging,

to be penetrated,

raptured.

Oh my, I do miss

having thoughts

like these;

you, watching

me watch you!

Yemanja

Missing you

2010-05-29T02:30:00.008-05:00

When you are gone
from me, I miss you.

When you are gone
from me, I await
your return.

But I also indulge
myself in thoughts
of you and in these
thoughts, we are
naked and you are
hard, aroused at the
sight of me, aroused
by the knowledge
that you can take
me and love me
however you want to.

Always, I crave that, to be
the object of your desire and
your appetite, and when
you're away, I dwell in the
memories of how you
have loved me...

Yemanja

SPRING

2010-05-26T04:27:00.013-05:00

For 15 months she's been lost.

Her sexless body revealed.

How powerful..To be so vulnerable

in the moment of numbness.

Disconnected.

Yet, tonight

a 'Gift...'

Inspired her!

A BLACK DRESS.

Beautiful, perfect,

given by one of the

Moon Goddesses!

As she Revives her soul,

once again.

Yemanja

For my bff... Tara!

Thank you..

Loneliness

2010-04-24T23:00:00.000-05:00

She may think that her
plans are well planned
and that she is doing
everything just right.

You can take her
down, but you're
only running her down.

The sun is rising,
kiss her now, forever
only exists within
her heart.

the more you
push her away
the more you
loose her.

As tempted as
you are to ignore
her radiant beauty,
your attention
can make the
difference
between
success
and failure.

Passion,
romance,
and
unexpected
changes
could
color
your
world
today.

She's longing
for excitement,
so don't let your
self-indulgent
tendencies get
the better of you.

Love her, it is
what she most
long for...

Yemanja

"The painting that all but breathes"

2010-01-01T00:00:00.001-06:00

In 2005 I was in Dallas
on business staying
at the 'Wyndham
Anatole'

It was a full moon
and I felt restless;

waiting...Wanting
for something to
happen.

I didn't know why,
where, when or how
but I was filled with
such longing...

[I couldn't sleep that night.]

After dinner I decided to
explore the hotel's
Art collection.

The last piece I
wanted to see
was on the 27th
floor in the
"Nana Grill
Restaurant."

Looking above
the bar, I was
completely
mesmorized.

She was feminine.
She was beautiful.
She was a woman.

I wanted to be in
her moment.

I wanted to
know what
it felt like to
be a man's
deepest
desire.

I studied her
for hours.

Every detail, every
expression...Imagining
every thought in her
mind and every
emotion in his heart.

The painting?

"Nana" by
Marcel Suchorowsky.

He began in 1878 and
completed her in 1881.

For three years he
captured and loved
the true beauty of
this woman.

Her femininity.

The painting is
six feet tall and
nine feet wide.

Nana, is said to be
a main character
in the 1880 novel
of the same name
by Emile Zola.

Suchorowski received
60,000 British pounds
as payment for Nana's
numerous exhibitions.

In 1978, Trammel Crow
purchased the painting
for exhibition in the hotel.

Today, she is worth;
4,000,000.00 dollars.

This painting
inspired me to
passionately
reveal my own
existence as
a woman.

Nana is my Muse.

And I am Yemanja.

How may I inspire you tonight..?

2009-12-13T21:30:00.000-06:00

he whispers..

-She trembles with

the sound of his

voice.

--There were a
million things
he wanted to
say to her.

-Her nearness
affected him
physically,
as it always did..

--She fought the urge
to stiffen and resist
him, but couldn't.

-HE was to powerful.

Touching her lips;
he immediately felt
the blood drumming
in his fingertips, his
throat, even the soles
of his feet.

Yet, they were
nothing compared
to the blood-throb
of his erection..

He never felt her
this wet before;

the urge to pounce
her over whelmed
him.

Licking her.. with
hot breathes and
flicks of his tongue!

...the heat within her
permeated, lingered;

-as Desire splashes
onto their thighs
like Hot Rain!

yemanja

Touch

2009-10-28T23:14:00.007-05:00

Take me back,

into our time.

Take me below,

where passion;

an unexpected
change..Of Color.

"Why must,
avoidance
stand between
our destined
pleasure..?

-Nothing
makes sense.

We..Are all puppets.

I, simply, bypass, the
ugly, and live in the
pleasures of your
presence..

In the exceptance

of Touch..

Yemanja

Mother and Son

2009-08-03T20:32:00.004-05:00

Today, has been quite a
journey for him as he
begins to reclaim
his power.

Having walked in the
path of darkness..Lost
to the world, numb, perched
on the edge of a cliff..Desperate
to find courage, to rediscover
SELF..Solace.

-It's not about manipulating
circumstances in his favor,
nor is it about acting
in a fearless manner.

His strength returned
naturally..When he
rediscovered his
aerial center of
gravity, mother.

-Realigning
his
life
purpose
..Exhibiting
integrity;

"in all that he does!"

And, so, for the first
time, embracing his
soul..Here's a young
man, who believes
in himself..Again!

Yemanja

-For my son... JC

Simplicity

2009-06-24T03:21:00.009-05:00

You are always cautious,
not to reveal how you are
feeling.

-You wouldn't
dare!

The heart.. So Powerful,
and yet, a man's weakness
is no different.

Scattering yourself
today, has challenged
you..Into you!

Emotions, dancing all
over the map, as the
restless Moon has us
bouncing from one
fantasy to another..

And so, instead of being
hard headed, keep
bringing your attention
back to what you should
be doing;
touching,
pleasuring,
letting it go,
in this
present
Moment!

-Simplicity.. My Love!

Yemanja

A dream

2009-06-09T21:31:00.005-05:00

Under a crescent
moon he dreams;

-His penis hard as
stone thinking of her
lust pouring off on him
like a sheet of heat
enveloping him as he
presses himself into
her with his first plunge.

-Hard as Stone.

He unleashes himself..

Thinking of her and
their times together.

-With his warm breath,
he whispers to her;

"your desire, still buried deep
within me..You are part of
my soul."

-Secretly, whispering
to himself;

"I swear, I can still
taste you on my
tongue..Late at
night...Knowing
you are thinking
of me...Still."

Then suddenly,
unexpectly,
he tells her;

"YES, I most
definately
Love You.."

Yemanja

An evening with you..

2009-04-27T01:00:00.004-05:00

Thinking of your presence
haunts me.. Excites
me..Intoxicate me.

Reciting every jester
every touch
every swim
then the look
of Passion
permeates the
room..As he takes
his beautiful Goddess to
ecstasy once again!

Music on the background
His lust rains on her soul

loving every inch of her
her flesh intertwine with
his soul, dissolved into
lust and love..

-It is magic between
you and I, my love!

Yemanja

Ocean and moon

2009-04-09T21:45:00.000-05:00

Blissfully by the ocean
the moon reveals it's
beauty. Powerful and
precise, graceful and
sensual.

Waves crashing,
sand melting,
knowing each other's
presence.

The power of the
moon will always
pleasure my heart.

The erotic sound of
the ocean, will always
reveal my soul.

This is you my love.

This is what you are
to me.

As I lie here with the
ocean and the moon...

Yemanja

Fearless

2009-03-06T18:34:00.003-06:00

When you find yourself
fearlessly melting away..

Erasing everything.

-Where do you
go from there?

..And you think
you know her?

-Compelled.

He lies in her
bed..All she
does is recite
poetry.

..and He, for
the first time;
finds...Solace.

-Behind her..He pulls
her hair.. biting her
neck..her ear.

..Whispering;
"I'm gonna
FUCK you".

-Wrapping her hand
around his cock.

-He pulls; her 'fuckin'
dress up.

Sliding his hand
between her pussy
and her ass!

-As You pull out
Your Penis
before Me...

Yemanja

Efficacious

2009-02-01T17:30:00.008-06:00

She takes pleasure in
her ability to sort through
a lot of data and figure
out what's most important;

-yet today this feels like
an uphill battle.

Paradoxically, her intellectual
means are working fine;

it's just that her imagination
is functioning even better..

-As she slips in and

out of fantasy,

it can reveal
something

important
about how;

you can
be even

more
efficacious!

Yemanja

Solace

2008-12-25T23:00:00.001-06:00

When she's with you
she is euphoric.

When she's away
from you, she
is impermeable.

-your smile
comforts her
-your silence
torments her
-your power
fascinates her
-your touch
raptures her.

She...So desperately
wanting to let go...To
loose herself in the
simplicity of you.

Take a look at her,
-she is your greatest
aphrodisiac...

-What would it take for
you to loose yourself
in her...?

Can you...Will you?

Yemanja

You've been on my mind..

2008-10-31T17:00:00.009-05:00

After all this time,

why did you come
without telling me?

-A goodbye which
never took place..

He penetrates her.

"She, smiles."

-Blindly into

madness.

Menacing..

Wailing vulgarity,

raw, passionate.

"Isn't that what

you want baby?

YES...Oh, yes!"

-Pure Rhythm!

Naked, wicked...

Flesh..

Oh my!

Yemanja..

Vulgar

2008-10-25T15:29:00.003-05:00

"..All the inspiration you
need has been fucked

into you!

-Do you not remember?"

he says...

-Pinning her to the

bed with his cock!

Craving him, she

submits.

Time passes..thoughts

in a moment..uncertainty's

presence...Noticed, but

unknown..

Yet, your Sex, has only

scratched the very surface

of her hunger for the things

she will do, to fuck you..

-The naughty things

you'll do to Fuck the

craving in her Cunt!

..Quietly, yearning, for
the vulgarity of

your presence..

Yemanja

Between, you and I

2008-10-24T16:47:00.022-05:00

-A part of you has
grown in me.

And so you See,

it's you and me
together forever;

and never apart,

maybe in distance,

but never in heart..

If I could for one day
give you this love

this happiness.

I promise I would,

I could!

"Open your arms
to me my love

come close and
I'll tell you a

secret.."

Come without

fear where souls

disappear;

-I am always here..

Yemanja

A promise of a kiss

2008-07-14T23:15:00.006-05:00

You and I..Bonded
to each other..

Your eyes
filled with
so much
pleasure.

-Her scent
haunts you
every night.
yes,
she knows this..

Lingering in the
memories of;

the sweetest Vulgar
between them.

-Mind
blowing
eroticism..

desperate
needy
wanting
begging
to be
entered
licked
touched
sucked
fingered
penetrated
so fucking
deep..

Giving me
so much Dick
that I can't
stand it;

YOU, know
how I love
it when
you
Fuck Me
silly!

When you
Slutify me ;-)

-You are forever
etched in my being.

..Thinking of you
often and writing
of you always.

Yemanja

Something more than this

2008-07-11T14:45:00.009-05:00

Lost within herself;

beyond the ability of her
mind..She awakens.

"-Raw sexual power
like this defies
explanation..

It must be
demonstrated
to be understood.

-It thrives in
the moment.."

His heart hides
a secret..a promise
of what is;

something
more than this.

YOU,
always
attentive
..alive!

Though, she attempts
to resist his power;

-his only existence
is to pleasure her..

He could never
explain why..It
just seems to be
the thing he most
wanted.

...and My soul grows
restless with your
absence..Meu Amor!

Yemanja

Your scent..

2008-07-07T21:40:00.018-05:00

All day, I've thought
of your hand on me
scalding my body;

famished for your
hard cock in my Cunt..

All 'fucking' day!

Yemanja

For you, my Love..

2008-07-07T00:00:00.006-05:00

She wonders;

"why do I desire him..?"

-He, you; the man I have
never possessed and
would never possess.

It is why I love you, and
have, at least for one
moment, what I'd never
had before and what I
would possibly never
have again.

-Laying me down on
the bed, entering me
before I am aroused
and ready;

I like it like that, because
you understand that I am
yours and that you don't
need to ask permission.

I'm not here to teach
you anything or to
prove that I am more
passionate then other
women, I am here to
say yes, you're welcome,
that I too have been
waiting for this;

demanding to be guided
solely by our instincts,
male and female.

Intertwined in the most
conventional position;

me underneath you, with
my legs spread, and you on
top of me, thrusting in and
out, as you look at me, with
no desire to pretend;

just wanting to keep your
eyes open, to remember
every second;

you watching my face
changing, your hands
grabbing my hair,
your mouth biting
me, kissing me.

-Just you inside of me and
me inside your soul.

Oh God, it is so good...So
damn good to be possessed
and not possess!

-And I whisper;

"...I am with you
because you love me."

Yemanja

Resting here with me

2008-07-05T00:30:00.009-05:00

He lies beside her.

Her breasts uncovered
by the sheets--he couldn't
take his eyes from her.

The scent from her warm
body stole to his nostrils
making his desire rampant.

What a fool he had been
last night. He had her
naked in the bed, her
body so willing and
responsive. It had
arched against his
when he kissed her
good-night.

He knew he wouldn't
be able to hold out
much longer before
he claimed her body.

As he stood before her,
he saw how beautiful
she was and a protective
feeling rose up in him and
threatened to engulf him.

He ruthlessly crushed
it down.

He would not allow his
heart to become entangled
in this seduction. Perhaps
he had made a tactical
mistake...By holding off until
she craved him, he'd let his
own craving become that
of a ravenous beast.

If he wasn't careful
she would become an
obsession..

Aroused..She waits;

for your hard cock
to press against
the side of her cheek;

slapping the head of
your cock on her red
lips for the first time.

-Waiting for you to say
her name as her tongue
reaches out to taste
you..."

All she could think
about was;

Your tongue in her cunt
nibbling on her clit
twisting her nipples
as hard as you could
Before entering her
deep and hard.

When your cock
slides between her
lips and onto her
tongue, she gasps
for more.

You push your cock
against the back of
her throat, as she
moves with your
hand and you guide
her mouth to the
bottom of your shaft,
pushing out her tongue
to slide between the
cushion of your balls
and she smiles!

She gaze into your
eyes as you use
her warm wet mouth
for your pleasure..

Yemanja

But, in this moment

2008-06-28T00:10:00.004-05:00

I just want to feel
your hand on my skin;

Mmm, I miss that..

I miss your hand on me,
your power!

-And he whispers;

"I miss your body;
your mind..

You're like a mental
rash that wont go away!

Can't get you out of my mind..

-Mmmm, such delicious
thoughts!

It's eerie when
you think of me,
I had just been
thinking of you!

I try to ignore you but,
you still haunt my soul.."

Yemanja

Letting go..

2008-06-14T02:00:00.018-05:00

Her ability to control
her erratic passion is
usually sufficient
to keep her from
trouble..

-However, self-
discipline is a
challenge!

Unwieldy to
deal with
her needs;

the intensity of her
feelings are much
stronger than she
imagined..

And even, if she
'Believes' she can
balance her inner
desires with the
outer restraints;

-it is challenging to
remain blissful if
she's unsatisfied.

..But, tonight he showed
her how deeply he loves
her.. And so, She let's go;

knowing..All she'd ever
wanted is right here in
this room lying beside
her..In her Bed!

If.. Only, everyone
were like you..

Yemanja

Why can't we say goodbye..?

2008-03-22T02:30:00.008-05:00

When you're away
from me, I feel
painfully empty.

-aching, yearning,
needing you, only
you to touch me!

..This love that I have
for you is in my heart,
it is mine to feel..and
enjoy, and play, and
laugh, and dream,
and always remember
the sweetest pleasure
I have ever known!

"But I must keep it
hidden deep within
me.. Because it is the
one thing that is
truly mine;

every second,
every minute,
every moment
spent together."

-The trick is coming back
to this moment with you.

It's hard work, cutting off
the last moment and entering
this One, but when I remember
to, I practice doing just that;

..you, smiling at me, as I walk
towards you, and drop all
projections;

-there you are, unknown to me,
with a smile on your face, and
you're alive and beautiful
and brand-new...Most times
I fall in love with you all
over again.

..But then, whether
I want to or not,

I have to let you go!

Again..and again..and again.

Yemanja

Under a blue moon

2007-07-01T19:30:00.000-05:00

What makes someone fall in love...?

-Is it a feeling? A sudden
onslaught of emotion...?

-Is it an instant connection or
a comfortable friendship that
becomes something more?

...Sob uma lua azul; he will kiss her then,
slowly, possessively, deeply, leaving her in
no doubt that she is the only woman he
wants...Now or ever.

-She flaunts her beauty before
him in all its splendor.

His eyes never leaves her.

-She knows she can
never escape the
power of this man.

Melting against him with desire, knowing
their bodies would soon be coupled in
love, and in that moment, he will hold
nothing back!

-If you find love,
if you're that lucky,
don't let it pass you by;

embrace it...Sem temor!

...E em Iemanja eu elogio.

yemanja

In these hours

2007-05-16T02:00:00.000-05:00

-When you give yourself to her,
you are making a sacrifice, and
sacrifice is the essence of your love.

...Changing the sheets
on her bed...She is
aroused with the
thought you.

-Your hands all over her.

Watching her
loose herself,
begging you
to take her,
to use her,
to show her.

-Looking into

her eyes,
going all the
way inside,
to her soul;

knowing...Instantly.

As she whispers;

"I came to you

like a dream,

my love.

-Put your fears aside.

Come to me;

my passion only

makes me more

exquisite..."

Yemanja

Another layer revealed

2007-03-07T03:30:00.000-06:00

...For the first time in years,
perhaps for the first time
in my life, I feel copious.

Matching you in sensuality
and your body knowing how
to satisfy mine, as you always
promise me."

-Last night,

lying beneath him;

my arms about his
neck, threading my
fingers into his
dark hair.

-Love defying fear;

arching my body against
his, wanting him to take
me where passion had
stolen upon us.

His hands slipping beneath
my bottom cheeks, holding
me imprisoned for his thrusts.

My cries of ecstasy,
fills his mouth, as
his white-hot cum
spurts into my thirsty
cunt, squeezing him
tightly, draining him
to the last creamy drop.

Kissing me,
touching me,
rubbing his cheeks
against my skin,
tasting me,
inhaling my scent,
learning my essence.

...He knew that lust was
not all he felt for her,
but he kept a wise silence.

Knowing it is his heart,
she desires most...

Yemanja

Enjoy most

2007-02-17T03:20:00.000-06:00

-She writes;

"...I wish I was beneath
you, you pleasure me
the most."

-Remembering;

Us...Intertwined, in
a dance of ecstasy,
filled with sensual
sounds...Bewitching
pleasures that only,
you and I understand.

He is all male,
he controls
his cock;

her sounds,
her emotions,
her every
little
secret.

-To her, he is
the man...

A man who sees her
for who she is;

-the woman he
enjoys most...

Yemanja

Free love

2007-02-10T03:00:00.000-06:00

You've waited for me.

I contain all...

Nothing is lacking.

Yet, for you all was lacking.

The sweet moisture of
the right woman...

I draw you close.

I cannot let go
of you.

I...Do you good.

A man, with few
words...You dare
to show me everything
I've ever wanted...Every
wish, every emotion,
every desire.

With you, there is
no other place I
rather be.

-No other man.

In these hours,

-have you ever
needed someone
so badly...?!

Every touch,
every kiss,
every orgasm,
every confession,
in the little deaths
of pleasure...Yearning,
needing, wanting
to let go...?

-You...Are like no other.

Yemanja

Fantasy and reality

2007-02-04T21:15:00.000-06:00

Imagine...I've been
brought to some
place against
my will.

Stripped naked
and the only
thing I'm allowed
to wear is a black
silk mask.

What ever powerful
man has brought
me here;

he does not want
the men whom
he has procured
me to know
who I am.

-He for some
reason wants
to protect me.

I never know
who he is, and he
himself would
never dare to
love me...

I just know that
he's somewhere
in the background,
enjoying this feeling
of power over me,

and the other men.

-They're so hot with desire
for me that they can barely
control themselves.

And He...Can take me
away from them when
ever he wants to.

In my mind, I imagine
the men...All big and
powerfully built.

They're naked,waiting
their turn with me.

Watching each other,
talking about various
techniques, and what
they're going to do
when their turn
comes with me.

-An endless supply
of men wanting to
fuck me, never
knowing who
I am.

...Yet I am
left naked,
untouched,
aroused,
needing to
feel your
breath on
my skin,
your tongue
on my clit,
your hard
cock in my
cunt...

-Only you control
me...Only you can
love me...

-Why must he
tease her so...?

Yemanja

Romance

2007-01-28T00:15:00.000-06:00

They tell her;

"He needs to
romance you...To
wine and dine you,

take you to places
you've never been.

You're so beautiful,
you deserve to be
happy..."

*Smiles*

"Ha!...If you ladies
only knew...!"

...From the moment he
laid eyes on her, she
was his forever.

He, who dared to
challenge her...To
romance her senses.

To open her eyes
to new things.

With him, there is
nothing she can't do.

-On their first date,
engaged in the rawest
thoughts, he holds her
tight and whispers;

"I need to kiss you."

-The kiss was like
nothing she had ever
imagined or written.

...It was one of a kind.

-Her sensuality seduces
him like no other;

he has no choice
but to give her what
she desires most;

for him to know
the truth of her;

her fears
her thoughts
her wishes
her weaknesses
her desires
her orgasms
And every little
death that follows...

-HE knows how to
romance this woman.

...To worship her in
the rituals of passion.

To give her the
most increadible
orgasmic
experiences
she had never
known;
one after
another
and
another
and
another
and
another
and
another...

The more he
pleasures her,
the more he needs
to pleasure her.

-He embraces her tightly;
vulnerable, content, he
never knew such beauty
could ever exist.

-She never knew
a man could ever
love her this way...

To her...This is romance.

Yemanja

A need for more

2007-01-19T18:45:00.000-06:00

She opened the door
to the loud knock.

He towered above
her for one endless
moment, then, swept
her into his arms.

She melted against
him and offered her
mouth for his ravishing.

His mouth descended
upon hers in total
possession.

She did not want
to think, only to
feel, and he made
it so easy.

She gazed up into
his brilliant blue eyes
as if she was seeing
his face for the first
time.

He was all male,
hard, demanding,
dark, dominant
and dangerous.

He appealed to
every one of her
womanly senses.

...She could hardly
bear waiting for him
to take her.

-Her body promising
to do all his bidding.

As her passion mounted
by leaps and bounds, her
fear diminished, then
vanished altogether as the
powerful emotion of lust
obliterated all else.

Her cunt looked like
flaming tongues of
fire...He wanted to
touch it, taste it, and
thrust into it, all at once.

He lifted her onto
his hard cock and
gasped at the deep
pleasure he felt.

-She clung to
him as if her life
depended on him.

They were in such need
of immediate gratification,
the thought of the bed
never entered their minds.

He pushed her against
the wall, and impaled
her with his iron-hard
cock until it was seated
to the hilt.

She cried out with
sheer pleasure-pain
frenziedly wrapping
her thighs about him;

-needing every inch he
could give her.

With their burning
lips fused, then,
open-mouthed, they
moaned incoherent
dark words against
each other's
sensitized flesh.

He thrusted savagely,
and ready to spill before
her, but not much before.

He hung on...Tormented and
then rewarded when he
heard her scream;

"I'm coming,"
as she spent
with him...

-she collapses upon him
thirsting for more.

He smiles at her
and whispers;

-"we are so alike,
we give all and take all
at the same time..."

Yemanja

A baiana

2007-01-16T01:00:00.000-06:00

She is the
essence
of Iemanja.

Sensual
Soulful
Beautiful
Erotic...

-Just look at her...

Eyes intimate
and passionate;

lips...Lingering
in the sweetest
vulgar of desire.

...Her heart,
whispers the
truths of
you and I...

-Give her
your love,

and she'll give
you everything.

...Everything your
heart desires.

Yemanja

Hypnotized by you

2007-01-11T02:00:00.000-06:00

-You whisper to me,

"let it go baby, I
control you now.
Your pleasures are
my everything."

Our first coupling
is always savage
of necessity.

The second is slow
and sensual...I writhe
for an hour, moaning
and frenzied, until
you decide to bring
me to ecstasy.

The third time, you
make love to me,
cherishing and
worshiping me
with your body until
I dissolve in liquid
tremors, yielding
everything I ever
wanted from you.

...You are the most
sexual, arousing man
I have ever met.

-Wanting your hands and
your mouth on my body,
wanting your long, thick,
marble-hard Cock in my
mouth...In my cunt,
filling my everything.

To be taken by you,
a man, as passionate
as I.

...Never feeling so weak and
vulnerable and feminine
in my life...Rendering
myself to surrender to
you...Body and soul.

-You have never felt
more a man in your life;

feeling exultant, you have
the means to give me
everything I need.

...In these moments,
you free me, yet
binding me to
you forever!

Yemanja

Show her

2007-01-01T00:15:00.000-06:00

...In the acts
of uninhibited
pleasures...Why
must a man deny
his true heart's
desire for one
woman?

Why tease her
with his absence...?

She knows it is never
a power game for him.
It is something natural.
-To be enjoyed.

With her, there is
no division between
love and sex.

She is
cautious
to
love...

She is not interested
in anything less than
true love.

--She seduces with
finesse and charm
and with an uninhibited
desire to pleasure
you...Only you.

She is all female;
the scent of her skin,
her brown eyes making
love to your heart, her
red lips making love
to your cock.

...Your love is a physical
and sensual romance
to her.

-You must show her
the rarity of you.

Yemanja

Somewhere in time

2006-12-25T01:45:00.000-06:00

The man of my dreams
has almost faded now.

The one I have
created in my mind.

The sort of man each
woman dreams of, in
the deepest and most
secret reaches of
her heart.

I can almost
see him now
before me.

What would I say
to him if he were
really here?

"Forgive me. I have
never known this
feeling. I have
lived without it
all my life. Is it
any wonder, then,
I failed to recognise
you? You, who brought
it to me for the first time.

Is there any way that I
can tell you how my life
has changed? Any way
at all to let you know what
sweetness you have
given me?

There is so much to
say. I cannot find
the words.

Except for these:

I love you."

-Such would I say
to him if he were
really here...

-Elise McKenna
(Somewhere in time)

--Her words speaks
to me...Still.

Knowing,

"I have not
experienced
what I know...Is
yet to come."

Yemanja

In the memory of Anu...

2006-12-22T16:00:00.000-06:00

Water Fire

All of the elements came
together under the cool new moon;

Water; that which
gives life.

Fire; which is the passion
that burns in our hearts.

Air; which loves soars
high upon.

Earth; the dust from
which our bodies come
to this world.

and Woman;

she who gives all
mother
lover
she is creation.

Here among the elements,
they dance for her
sing for her
breathe for her
love her.

Five elements under
the moonless October sky.

Holding her hand,
he takes her to the
enchanted river.

The evening air was
mystical, electric,
yet serene, and peaceful.

Suddenly transported
into a different time;
an era which only we
could understand, embrace
and melt.

Music echoed off the
stone walls reflecting off
the shimmering water.

Teased by the fires, whose
embers rise high into the
air along the trailing
wisps of smoke.

The fire hypnotized their passion,
while desire danced in the flame
of their oneness.

A rose, plucked from the Earth herself,
her first kiss opening petals,
the sweet aroma filling her soul.

a simple symbol of everything
he promises her.

Darkness cloaks
fingers explore
lips meet, drawing closer
two souls who refuse to part.

Connected
bound
Burning together.

Like the fires all around them...

Sparks flying in the still
of the night, reflecting
innocence, white heat and
hunger in their eyes.

He wants her.
She wants him.
And in these flames...

Among the elements of nature.

There is love.
There is nothing but the two of them.
Here, in this moment in time.

An eternity together, in the
blink of an eye.

They are one.

Lightness of the air
strength of the earth
stillness of the water
rage of the fire
beauty of her...

Yemanja & J...

Anu's blog

Raptured by you

2006-12-17T03:30:00.000-06:00

How in each other's arms
we lay confounded and
dissolved...Which should be
most lost?

Flaming kisses,
plunging into
boundless blisses.

Our bodies, our
souls on fire...Tossed
by a tempest of desire;

licked out in salty
patterns on sex
sweated skin.

"Before dawn I shall
make love to you
again and again
and again..."

-Her eyes were bravely
provocative yet, he
suspected that she
was more than half
afraid of what was
to come, though
she would rather die
than admit it.

Awakened and alive with
wonder...She touches the
tip of her tongue to his lips,
knowing it would tempt him
to devour her mouth.

She paints his body with
a curly brush of red hair,
which, at times, he smooths
back from her face so that
they could see themselves in
true and unveiled mirrors.

...He kisses her senselessly,
touching her everywhere,
warming her...Mesmerized
by her gaze;

proceeding to
prove her right...

Yemanja

Deliciously

2006-12-10T17:00:00.000-06:00

He invites her to
explore him;

to satisfy her curiosity,
to indulge her impulses,
to rid herself of her last
traces of fear...

She glances into his
blue eyes and sees that
he is completely aware
of the sensual sensations
she's experiencing;

compelling her to explore
farther...

She runs a tentative
fingertip along the
shaft of his cock,
from its root to its
blood-engorged
head.

A growl erupts from
his throat, arousing
him to the point where
he would lose control.

He captures her hand
in his and brings it to
her face. Then, he traces
her own finger along the
same path they had taken
on his body.

Brushing over her lips...She
gasps with pleasure...She
wanting more.

He dips her fingertips
into her sex...Then he
withdraws and takes
it into her mouth.

It's such a seductive
gesture that he melts
against her.

At last...He takes possession
of her mouth...His kisses
deepened and roughened
with his mounting desire
until she weakens with
longing...

Heat leaping between them,
arousing a smoldering need
that cries out to be quenched.

In his eyes, she is absolute
perfection...

He reaches between her legs,
separating the delicate folds,
poised, knowing the flames
from the fire would heat her
soft flesh to hot silk.

Slowly...Firmly, he rubs the
swollen head of his cock
against her lips, thrusting
into her.

She gazes into his eyes, black
with passion...Her pussy closing
sleekly around him, and the hot,
sliding friction begins to build
in a tantalizing rhythm, taking
her higher until she is in a
frenzy of need...

Throwing back her head,
undulating her body, feeling
her shivers as he trusts into
her, then holding still to enjoy
her liquid tremors.

For him, magic
dances in the air...

--Entwined without
moving or speaking
for a long time;

knowing they have
been changed forever...

Yemanja

Magic

2006-12-08T00:30:00.000-06:00

What our sex is
we don't know
but it must be
some sort of fire.

For it always
communicates
a sense of warmth,
of glow...And when
the glow becomes
a pure shine
then we feel
the sense of
beauty.

This...For me,
is pure magic.

Yemanja

Taunting

2006-11-25T17:00:00.000-06:00

You lift me against you
burying your face in the
soft loveliness of my skin.

I know I could
never escape
the power of you.

I melt against your
desire, knowing
our bodies would
soon be coupled
in love, legs
entwined,
as you plunge
inside me.

You ease my
back against
the sheets,
spreading my
red hair across
the pillows, touching
your mouth to every
inch of my skin.

Your desire simmering, exploding
in white-hot demand.

You love me in every way possible
for a man to love a woman.

My fingertips drifts
over your face, throat,
chest...Then curling my
fingers into yours,
so that our hands and
our hearts are joined.

...Feeling your breath
on my lips.

-Taunting our
hearts once more...

Yemanja

You and I

2006-11-19T14:15:00.000-06:00

-Our love, was a journey
from the first blush
of physical attraction
to a marriage of souls...

Yemanja

Sweet obsession

2006-11-12T21:15:00.000-06:00

He enjoyed the aftermath
of the storm--almost as
much as the tempest
itself...

He laid still, while
she lay prone, full
upon him, her head
cushioned on
his chest.

This was how
he liked to make
her...Soft and
submissive.

His hands absently
stroked her curves,
his lips brushed
the top of her head.

He felt bemused,
bewitched...He
warned himself not
to become too
possessive.

Their time together
was not infinite. It
was a means to
an end...And it
would end, he
reminded himself.

He felt his sex stir
between their bodies.

His appetite for her
was seemingly
insatiable.

Would he never have
enough of her...?

He kisses her then,
slowly, possessively,
deeply, leaving her in
no doubt that;

she was the only
woman he wanted
now and ever...

Yemanja

Was it you?

2006-11-04T22:00:00.000-06:00

I've held on
to you for so
long...

Your touch,
your kiss.

The way you looked
at me, the way I
thought of you...

Every word I've
written, every
emotion I've
felt.

I've held on to
long, to love you
this way...

What is the answer?
What is...Us?

Was there ever an Us?

You have changed
my life...I am lost
without you.

But I must say
this;

the few hours
we shared
together,

it was a lifetime's
worth....You

loving me.

Yemanja

The game

2006-10-08T18:00:00.000-05:00

The cool air breeze
on my skin...Thoughts of
you still in my dreams.

Under the Full Moon.

...How could it be?

-The smell of your
skin, feeling your
breath on me, you
by my side;

how could I resist...?

What's the meaning
of this crazy game?

Is it real?

...Take a deep breath
my love, don't be scared
of what you feel.

I assure you...You will
always be pleased.

...Tell me;

is it love...The fate of
this crazy game...?

Yemanja

Simplicity

2006-10-05T01:15:00.000-05:00

I am a woman.
I am a temptress.
I am a creator.
I am a mother.
I am your Goddess...

Yet;

fear over whelms you.

And the unknown
blinds you;

You indulge in
my sex, lingering
in the softness of
my warmth, tasting
my fire, losing yourself
in my tenderness.

Yearning to be my
heart's desire!

Tell me;

For how much longer
can you hold on
to me this way?

For how much
longer can I cry
this way?

Why not;
loose yourself
in my embrace?

Why not;
raise my hand
to your lips...Look
into my eyes...Kiss
the palm of my
hand...?

Why not SHOW me
how much you love
me...?

((((Sighing))))

"If you
only knew
the beauty
of your own
vulnerability..."

Yemanja

What would love do now?

2006-09-23T11:45:00.000-05:00

I know the steps
of this road.

I know nothing
will come of it.

It's secret I know
by heart.

And so;

here I go again
like a fool looks
for the desolation
of memories.

...I'm tired of knowing
new sad days, lonely
nights.

And;

the poems I still write
to my love, to tell him
that this is wrong.

As he mistreats my
heart once again...

Yemanja

For you

2006-08-22T00:10:00.000-05:00

I make my bed
ready for you.

Our bodies urge us;

they say, yes and
oh yes...

But the waiting is
so sweet we choose
to linger at each
brush of lip to lip;

as if it were wine, to
be
rolled around the
mouth before we
swallow.

What makes it good
isn't the mystery or
even a love so strong,
you can smash bricks
with it... It's the

spinning way you
feel when I grab you
by the eyes and you
slip my sexy black
panties off...

Yemanja

Once again

2006-08-17T03:00:00.000-05:00

Quietly in the dark
-she appears in
his sleep.

Yearning, searching.
He finds her...

Vulnerable, wanting
to love and be loved.

His heart swells
the body surrenders
the senses ignites
the blood flows
and happiness begins.

Her touch, electrifying,
a spell with a kiss,
fearless desire,
her love...One of
a kind.

The deliciousness
of their sex;

bodies
souls
meanings
commands
proofs
results
pride
hope
passion
beauty
love
in the
pleasures
of touch...

She whispers;

"tell me, my longing
love had won
your own;

and all you've ever
known is right here
beside you and If you
could love me for a day,

would you blow your life
away...Would you come
running just to do
it all again?"

Yemanja

Abandon

2006-08-02T20:15:00.000-05:00

He began to ravish
my mouth with
savage abandon;

mastering me with
his tongue until
he felt me
yield, above
and below.

I spasmed,
squeezing the
entire length
of his finger.

My climax was
so hard and
fast, he thought
my walls might
crush him.

I cried out into
his mouth and
thought I
might faint
from pleasure…

He was so pleased
with my generous
response, he wanted
to reward me.

He slipped his finger
from me and covered
my entire pussy
with his cupped
palm.

Then he;
caressed
squeezed
and
stroked until
my hot shudders
melted into
liquid tremors…

Yemanja

Power of his kiss

2006-07-30T17:15:00.000-05:00

Lips filled with desire
Yearning to devour
her…

He takes possession
of my mouth just
as my scream
erupted. He kissed
me until my scream
turned to sighs.

He wanted to teach
my body to be so
sexually responsive,
that I would cum at
his touch.

He slid down on his
knees so that my
lower boby lay
across his thighs.

Then he slipped
one long finger
up inside me
and held it still.

By kisses alone
he intended to
bring me to
Orgasm;

feeling my pussy
tighten, throb, and
pulsate as it gripped
and squeezed his
finger.

My thighs sprawled
open wantonly,
inviting him to
thrust, to plunge,
to slide, to surge,
but his finger
remained
motionless.

His tongue, however,
did all the things to
my mouth that
my body craved.

At last, he was
rewarded as he
became aware
of a pulse point
deep within.

He felt the exquisite
pulsations upon his
finger, feather light
at first, then becoming
stronger with a rhythm
that matched my
Heartbeat…

Yemanja

In his hands

2006-07-26T20:15:00.000-05:00

He licked and tasted her
from throat to navel
delicately…

Then his mouth devoured
her breasts. At the same
time his thumbs, alternately
drew circles about her
Clit, nestled in the damp
red curls at the tip
of her cunt.

She uttered incoherent
love sounds as he played
with her body arousing
sensations she’d never
dreamed a woman
could feel.

“Ooh, ahhh, ummm, oooh.”

She surrendered her body
to his hands and mouth,
expressing her joy with
such surprise, he could
tell she had never been
pleasured like this
before…

He whispers;

“Now it’s time for you
To watch what I do for
You and for me to watch
You receive your
Pleasure.”

He pushed her
dress down over
her hips, all the
way to her ankles,
then helped her
step from the
rain-soaked
garments.

As she stood
before him in
naked splendor,
his dark eyes
made love to
her.

He made her
feel utterly
Beautiful…

Yemanja

After the storm

2006-07-22T16:54:00.000-05:00

Wet from our play in
the rain, my dress,
drenched and clinging
to my body.

You, slowly peel it away
from my breasts. Then,
you do the same with
my now, transparent
brassiere...

Pushing the garments down
until they were below my
waist…

You reach down
with both hands;

slowly slipping up my
wet legs and thighs,
reaching my bare
ass…

Pressing me
forward, as you
dip your head
to tongue the
wetness from
my breasts.

Your mouth moved
closer to my nipples,
so, too, did your hands
slide round to my moans.

At the same moment,
your tongue snaked out
to lick the taut tip of
my breast, while
your thumbs pressed
opened the pink wet
folds between
my legs.

Then, you
whisper;

“It excites you when
A man puts his hands
Up your gown… It makes
You think he is doing
Something wicked
And makes you feel
Very naughty…”

I gasped, as you
drew one fingertip
along my pussy.

Ummm, smiling...Saying;

"Oh baby, you are...Wicked,
and I am sooo...Naughty."

I wanted to scream
from excitement, yet
I knew you had only
just Begun...

Yemanja

Missing her

2006-07-19T18:51:00.000-05:00

When I’m away from you,
You miss me.

When I am gone from you
you await my return…

You indulge yourself in thoughts
of me and in these thoughts
we are naked and you are hard,
aroused at the sight of me.

Aroused by the knowledge
that you can take me and
love me however you want to.

Always, I crave that, to
be the object of your desire
and your appetite.

And when I’m away, you dwell
in the memories of how I
have loved you so...

Yemanja

After Dinner

2006-06-17T02:15:00.000-05:00

He opened the front door
with his own key...

Then he swept me into
his arms and carried me
to the bedroom.

My arms slipped about
his neck and I clung
to him, weak with desire.

It wasn't the champagne
that affected me, I was
dizzy from the feel of his
body...

I had eyes only for you.

He took my hand in his
and drew me towards
the glass window...

And he whispered,

"I want you to see
yourself, beautiful."

In my eyes...The couple
reflected in the mirror
were deeply in love.

His dark eyes held me
mesmerized in the
looking glass...

My breasts rose
and fell with my
efforts to breathe;

as I felt your fingers
unzipping my dress.

I wore nothing beneath
it and wondered if you had
guessed my secret.

Then I felt your hot mouth
trail down the curve of my
back and I knew this was the
way a man should make
love to a woman...

I felt a tingling thrill run
down the entire length of
my spine and closed my
eyes to savor it.

Your hands moved from
behind, inside my dress,
to cup my naked breasts.

Seeing you do these things
to me in the mirror added
to my excitement.

Your eyes held mine
with an intensity I'd
never seen before...

They were black with
passion as you watched
my face reveal the
sensual cravings of
my body.

Your powerful hands, still
beneath my dress, dropped
to my waist and lifted me.

I watched...Panting, as my black
dress fell away and I saw myself
completely naked in the mirror.

You swept me up against your
heart and I buried my face against
your shoulder as you carried
me to the bed.

You laid me back, spread my
long red hair across the
pillow, then lowered your
mouth to mine.

I had waited so long for
your kiss...My mouth
softened in welcome
while my body arched
from the bed in wanton,
raw lust.

The taste of you made
me ravenous!

Your hot mouth moved
down to my throat and your
words vibrated against my
skin, "Good night, Baby..."

As you quietly move across
the room and disappear...

Yemanja

Our first night

2006-06-03T14:35:00.000-05:00

He was handsome and a little nervous,
but confident with an intense desire
for her. He was powerfully fascinated
by her scent, the softness of her skin,
and the abundance of her breasts.

She was fascinated by his strength,
his voice and powerful hands. The
intensity of his eyes and his slowness
and ease...

He gave one the feeling that the whole
world was now shut out and only this
sensual feast existed, that there would
be no tomorrows, no disruptions~~that
there was only this room, this night, this bed...

As she stood by the bed, music playing in the
background, he began to undress her slowly,
as her night slip falls to the floor. She was trembling
at the desire of his hands. She stood naked. He
loosened her long hair over her shoulders covering
her breasts. And only then did he kiss her interminably,
threading his fingers ever so gently through her hair.

Her sexual hunger was rising like madness to her head,
blinding her. It was so urgent that she could not wait.
She couldn't wait until he undressed. But he ignored
her movements of impatience. He not only continued
to kiss her as if he were drinking her whole mouth,
tongue, breath, into his sweet mouth, but his hands
mauled her, pressed deeply into her flesh.

She was moist and trembling, opening her
legs, desperately yearning for his touch.

"There is time," he said. "There is plenty
of time. I am going to explore you in this
room for days. There is a lot of time
for both of us."

Then he turned away and got undressed.

He was beautiful, and a cock as smooth
and firm as a polished wood baton.
His hands went everywhere; into her
long hair, over her skin, into her sex;
his tongue, into her mouth, on her
breasts.

He bit at her nipples and shoulders,
he kissed and caressed her everywhere.
Her scent was like a drug, he was completely
intoxicated by it. With his two strong hands
he took whatever part of her he was hungry
for and brought it up to his mouth like a
morsel of food, not caring how the rest of
her body fell into space.

By this time the hunger in her womb was
like a ranging fire. She thought that it would
drive her insane. If she even kissed him too
long he would break away.

She was now indeed the slave of this beautiful
man. He ruled like a king. Her pleasure was
subordinated to his. She realized she could do
nothing against his force and will. He demanded
her surrender. And she willingly gave it to him...

She became as soft as cotton. Into this he delved
with greater exultancy. His possession, growing
softer under his fingers. His hands searched every
nook of her body, leaving nothing untouched,
kneading it, kneading it to suit his fancy,
bending it to suit his mouth, his tongue,
pressing it against his teeth, marking her as his.

For the first time, the hunger that had been on
the surface of her skin, retreated into a deeper
part of her body. It retreated and accumulated,
and it became a core of fire that waited to be
exploded by his time and his rhythm.

His touching was like a dance in which the two
bodies turned and deformed themselves into
new shapes, new arrangements, new designs.

Now he was ready to give her pleasure, her
breasts undulating like waves under his hands,
painfully awake, aware, sensitive.

He crouched over her prone body like some great
lion, as she raised herself to his cock. He entered
her for the first time and filled her as none other
had, touching the very depths of her womb,
of her soul...

Yemanja

A lover's wish

2006-05-31T00:00:00.000-05:00

Longing across the
sea...Loneliness
at your feet.

Yearning to know
the tenderness
of my touch.

Melting in your
arms. Filling you
with lust and vulgarity
passion and desire
teasing you
into madness.

Lingering in our
love and intimacy.

Secretly...Wishing I
was at your feet
begging you to
Undress me
Touch me
Exploit me
Fuck me
Love me...

I want to be
conquered
and
surrender.

To be loved
so tenderly.

I want to give
you everything.

Everything...

As you embrace me
whispering,

"at last...We meet."

Yemanja

When I found you

2006-05-25T00:45:00.000-05:00

...I reached out and
curled my hand
into yours.

Your eyes searched
my face in a breathless
moment, then slowly
you drew my hand
to your lips, kissing
the tip of each finger.

A frisson of pleasure
spiraled deep in my belly
and high in my breasts.

I had never been more
aware, that I am Female
in my life. You were
definately Male. All
male...Dizzyingly
male...Dangerously
male.

The way I felt was
nothing new. You had
always affected me this
way. I couldn't help it.

When I hadn't seen you I
had managed to submerge
my thoughts of you, but that
only made me dream of you
the more vivid.

When I'm with you like this
I have no control over my
feelings or emotions what
so ever.

You overwhelm me with
your powerful presence.

You always have a way
of keeping me off-balance
with a sense of joy that
went beyond happiness.

I never know what next
to expect from you...

Yemanja

On this night

2006-05-21T14:30:00.000-05:00

If I could for one
moment, be in this
love. In this happiness
I promise, I would
--could, give you
this love...

Come close to me
without fear.

I want you
to smile and
laugh and
play in this
moment.

I want you to use
every emotion
that should come
naturally to a
beautiful woman.

You've been kept
in a box...I've just
opened the lid.

When you are vastly
amused at something
I want you to laugh
so hard, you have
to hold your belly
while the tears run
down your face.

When you get angry
I want to see the
sparks fly from the
fire in your eyes.

I want to see you give
as good as you get.

I want to see you
twirl your red
curls and admire
yourself in every
mirror.

I want to see you in a
full-blown passion over
something...Anything.

You are so beautiful.

I will have to forget
your eyes, the moment
we say goodbye.

--I will have to spend
the rest of my life
forgetting about you.

But tonight, I want to
be close to you, to see
myself in your eyes
to have you next to me.

As if tonight
completes time...

Yemanja

Thanks D for your collaboration! :-)

Como preciso de você

2006-05-04T00:00:00.000-05:00

It's all about sex,
we both know this.

But What I
wonder is why,

after...

Every molecule of
desire in my body
has been satisfied,

after...

The sudden moistening
deep fierce aching
and rising heat,

after...

The throbbing glory
of release and the
cries of need and
pleasure have
dissolved into
the air...

Something like my
soul slips from me
and goes to you.

Without choice
or question
and wraps itself
around you all
night...Like the
breath of the
moon and why;

I carry the thought
of you as constant
as any sun in my heart?

Yemanja

This...Is us

2006-04-28T00:30:00.000-05:00

--My touch...Whispers
my deepest desire.

You had never seen
a woman more beautiful
in her passion;

opening my thighs
wide, positioning the
head of your cock
against my pussy.

Slowly, firmly you
impale me with
one long thrust.

My hot cunt scalding
you as you cry out
in your passion.

Whispering;

all the things you will do
to me. How it will make
me feel and how exquisite
it is to be deep inside of me.

I want to surrender all
to your demanding
body...Wrapping my
legs high above
your head.

As you thrust deep
into me savagely
arousing me into
delirium.

Adoring the throbbing
pulsating fullness deep
inside me.

Half mad with passion
crying, biting your
shoulders with
sharp little teeth.

Lost to the world.

Perched on the
edge of a cliff.

Refusing to
relent until we
achieve final
and complete
release in an
ecstasy of
abandon;

erupting into me.

Crying out the
pure sensual
pleasure your
body brought
to me.

I hold you there.

Stroking your back
endlessly, from
shoulders
to buttocks.

Kissing you fiercely
lavishing you with
adoration.

You made me
feel luxuriant.

Giving me my happiness.

Knowing I could never
have enough of you.

As I tease myself to sleep...

Yemanja

The necklace

2006-04-21T01:15:00.000-05:00

Every nerve tingling
listening to this Song.

Waiting for you
to come to me.

To tell me how urgently
you want me, desire me.

Eager to make love with me.

In the dimness...
I can see the silhouette
of your face and feel
your hands reaching
out for me.

Caught in your embrace...

An overwhelming feeling of desire
wells up inside me, filling me, spilling
over, drenching me with warmth.

All my senses yearning for
the promise you offered me.

The moonlight filtering through
the curtained window, blending
with the orange glow of the candle.

Like a ballet...Your
hands slowly and
gracefully undresses
my soul...Except for
the necklace around
my heart;

you
wanted me
to remember...

Yemanja

In my room

2006-04-09T01:15:00.000-05:00

Incense dancing
in the candle light.

Nude...I slip into bed
pretending you're
lying next to me.

Smiling, comforting me,
making me feel so beautiful.

Your touch?

Electrifying.

I wish I could hear
your voice whispering
in my ear;

passion vulgar desire

What I didn't count on
was the reality of silence...

Yemanja

Tell me a story

2006-04-06T01:35:00.000-05:00

Sitting under the
canopy of her bed
she smiles;

remembering...

Her long red hair
draped over her
breasts...Much
longer now, since
you last saw her.

Her head tilted
slightly, curls
dangling over
her face.

Giggling;

remembering your
eyes...your touch.

The kiss under
our first moon...

Do you remember?

Yes, you do...You
remember everything...

And so, she is left with one wish.

"Tell me our story...Tonight?"

Yemanja

Always

2006-04-03T22:45:00.000-05:00

Meu desejo para você
demasiado forte a
manter-se dentro
dos limites.

At least no one
can blame us
when we go
to each other
at night.

Longitudinalmente
no caminho de sonhos...

Yemanja

Her Will

2006-03-31T22:06:00.000-06:00

How far are you
willing to go to
break her?

To take her spirit?

-The weakness of
your soul reveals all.

In your mind,
if you take all
that is precious
to her, then she'll
have no choice, but
to give into you, right?

Wrong.

-You know nothing
of a woman's will.

She will fight till
the bitter end
before she gives
up her truth, her
heart, her soul.

Men, have always
feared a woman's
strength and will.

They'll do what it
takes...To prove to
themselves that
they are the king
of the world.

But deep inside,
-he knows that she
is stronger than him.

She will always find
happiness within
herself. And he
will never control
her the way he was
taught to do so...

A woman is
a free spirit;

-she is magic
a dream
a thought
a wish
a spell
a moment
an enchantment.

Sadly, your heart will
never forgive you, for
as she will never be
yours again...

Yemanja

Last night

2006-03-19T19:05:00.000-06:00

Her heart hammered
just thinking of him.

Last night alone in
my bed, it was more
than my heart.
It was my body
as well...

Yearning to press
against his.

She had worked it all
out in her head, the
way they'd start.

The way he'd hold her
the way she'd take in
the smell of him, her
nose uplifted and
brushing at the
edges of his collar.

Then my lips,
partly open, just
about to touch
your neck.

Oh...she'd known
from the moment
she first heard his
voice, he wasn't
like the rest...

You smiled at me
almost shyly
asking for
my hand.

"Tonight will be special,"

you promised...

As she looks into his eyes
he already had an effect
on her. A physical effect
a sort of glow that her
features had absorbed.

My cheeks looked roughed,
my eyes bright, my lips moist
and filled with anticipation.

She wished she hadn't
worn panties. Then he
could reach up under
her dress and feel the
wetness building
between her legs.

Without thinking
I opened my
legs a bit wider
and yes...yes...your
hand moved upward
just as I had hoped.

She took his free hand
and laid it where it had
been on her leg and then
she raises her dress.

Then letting my own
hand fall over your
cock and yes;

it was so hard longing for me.

You turned towards me, pressing
me backward against the wall.
Your weight pressing against me
just as I'd wanted it.

He used his fingers first, she
squirmed with delight, sometimes
closing her legs tight upon his hand
and in other moments opening as
wide as she was able to.

And all the while, your eyes were
upon me, as if my pleasure was
all you ever hoped to see...

She couldn't speak
but instead tried to
guide his cock toward
the place where his
hand had been.

And meanwhile, your
lips were everywhere...

At her cheek her
eyelids her neck
her mouth.

You inched your hands
down to my panties
taking then off;

kneeling on the floor
he spreads her legs
covering as much of
her as he could with
his mouth.

What she felt at first was
gratitude and then it mingled
with the sweet sensation of
his tongue against her
pinkest, most tender flesh.

When I came you kept your
mouth there...Lingering in
the sweetness of her.

Her legs shook and her
arms dropped on his
shoulders sinking her
fingertips into his
back as if that
would stop them
from shaking.

I push your head
away as I could
not bear even the
smallest second
more of pleasure...

She reached for him
and right away she
felt his cock swell.
At first she only
rested her palms
upon his thighs.

I moved my face
from side to side
feeling the tickle
of your pubic hair.

Then she slid her hands
around to his buttocks
and pulled him toward
her as she opened her
mouth to receive him.

He was big inside her
mouth and grew bigger
bigger still, and she kept
her mouth there, moving
in and out, in and out...

Time ceased as I gave
myself to the rhythm.

He stood stock-still-as
if it were a dream and
any movement might
bring wakening.

Even the muscles along
the tops of your thighs
seemed made of stone
beneath the palms
of my hands.

Still...

I knew from the deep
and guttural sounds that
you made that I was
giving you the same sweet
pleasure you had given me.

His cock grew harder and the
tip engorged so that, if she'd
been capable of thought just
then, she might have wondered
if the intensity of it caused him pain.

Your hands answered any of my fears
in that regard. Your hands, indeed
spoke of the deepest pleasure.

His fingers were like the
brush of a feather, the
wings of a bird, even
when his Orgasm shook
through him...

You smiled into my eyes
urging me upward
kissing me with the
pleasures of you.

As I masturbate to
you last night...

Yemanja

Kiss me

2006-03-15T19:15:00.000-06:00

Devilish red lips,
tongues lingering in
the memory of taste;

quietly penetrating the
depths of your soul,
revealing the splender
of us...

Given this moment;

Would you kiss me again?

To me;

Kissing is the invitation
to selfless intimacy
between two people
lingering in the
pleasures of love...

Yemanja

Only you

2006-03-13T22:40:00.000-06:00

I am intrigued by
your mystery and
the power you
have over me

yes...You

I feel your presence
You are under my spell

I know when you
think of me

you reveal yourself

and I love it...

My voice bewitches you

I am your wish... I am your deepest desire

our bodies yearn to touch
our hearts yearn to make love

I yearn for you...

Yemanja

My pleasure

2006-03-11T21:04:00.000-06:00

We call each other everything
that comes to mind...

We tell each other to
fuck suck eat come;
what ever we want.

The world's reduced
to this room...

The room...reeks of
sex and sweat.

We want to stay
in it forever...

We suck ice before
our tongues touch

it makes hot hotter...

I could go on and
on but with you

there is no end...

My pleasure is in
knowing the

abandoment you have felt...

Seeing you change
from cool dominant
male to a man in the
throes of sexual
release.

To take...

Laying you down
and me on top
orchestrating your
sounds of slow
surrender with

the shifting of my powerfulness...

The forbidden dirty
words whispered

in my feminine voice...

Watching your
gradual loss of
control...NO

control your loss of control...

Until ultimately with
the pressure and
release of delicate
vaginal muscles on

your engorged cock.

You come to me...

Yemanja

Permission

2006-02-27T22:33:00.000-06:00

Here I am...

Wanting, waiting,
desire on fire,
perched on the
edge of a cliff...

Permission.

Such a powerful word.

A woman.

Sacred, powerful
delicate, a goddess...

A man.

Wanting to touch,
penetrate, devour
and embrace.

If you ask,
she'll respond;

your wish is my
command.

I am yours.

Hands on thighs,
breasts on cock,
chin on chest,
eyes on lips...

You are my man.

All is yours,
all is given
to you now.

Ah, the simplicity
of a spell with the
simplest words;

may I?

Yemanja

The eyes

2006-02-24T23:45:00.000-06:00

What is it about them?
Blue~ green~ hazel~ brown?

To me

it's how they undress me...

Grabbing my arms, pulling
me into you... Your thighs
penetrating through mine.

Lips pressing, fingers dancing
on nipples, breasts, caressing
the beauty of my heart.

Eyes closed,
head tilt back,
permission given,
I am yours...

wild
feminine
delicate
beautiful
a Woman.

My lust exposed,
your fingers explore,
and weakness
is revealed.

In the beauty of us,
flesh desire ecstasy
and trust.

Mmmmm

how I'd love to
be in this state
of bliss...

Yemanja

The one

2006-02-15T21:33:00.000-06:00

How can true love ever
last, when doubt and
lies pave the way?

For the first time, true love happend...

So she thought.

He showed her beauty,
and trust. She showed
him everything...

Yet once again, she was
betrayed and lead to believe,
there is no such thing
as true love.

Inner beauty so misunderstood,
he sold her out, to save his own
heart.

But did he?

Is he glad? Is he happy?

I hope he is...

It is all she wanted.

And now, she is once
again hopeful, because
in her heart, she knows
she is yet to find the one
man, who will truly love
and cherish her forever.

Until then...

Yemanja

Femininity

2006-02-03T23:50:00.000-06:00

Under the thick blanket of night,
her feminine scent
fills the room.

A dark blindfold,
that masks everything
but her sex.

Words are not necessary,
They speak in touches now...

Palms open on soft skin,
fingers dance along small
curves.

He yearns to discover,
she longs to surrender.

moving down
moving down
moving down

to the center of her soul,
reaching in, fingers melt
into her fire.

Tongue pierces folds of skin.

swimming in hot liquid,
opening petal by petal,
watching you
watch me.

Building a slow fire,
witches brew of lust
and desire.

Pink shades of pleasure
fill his mouth, with the
sweet and pure essesence
of her.

As she submits and
reveals her femininity
to him...

Yemanja

Music

2006-01-02T20:35:00.000-06:00

Playing, remembering,
a song of love,

Love ends.

Listening...

Twirling of red
hair, she can see
it all, as a fingertip
recite his kiss on
soft lips.

Knowing...

Skin so delicate,
perfumed with lust.
His soul intertwine
with the beauty in
her eyes.

Vulnerability opens...

Such an effortless
discovery. He is filled
with disbelief, in the
simplicity of her heart.

As she listens to their song
once again...

Yemanja

Confession

2005-11-11T20:17:00.000-06:00

Red desire in the samba of her soul,
revealing the passion of a woman.

Naked femininity undressed
in the bliss of a moment.

Remembering the touch
that melts her defenses.

A delightful obsession in the little
deaths of vulnerability.

Beautiful confessions to the
man she yearns to love.

Yemanja

Secret of a rose

2005-10-08T20:31:00.002-05:00

The secret of a rose
is revealed by the
oneness of her stem.

The stem gives her life
and passion, he nurtures
and protects her, he is
patient and kind, as he
holds her up with his
vulnerable heart.

She blossoms
she opens
she is delicate
and graceful
in her silent
beauty.

Her fragility calms him,
his strength soothes her.

Without him, she would not be...

Yemanja

Full moon

2005-06-17T21:04:00.000-05:00

Midnight, in a Full Moon sky.
It's energy is indescribable.

I walk outside to feel it's rays
penetrate through my soul.

As I stand on the freshly cut
grass I can feel it's power over me.

The night is calm, quiet and alive.
I lay on the cool grass, removing my
robe, exposing my naked body to the night.

I pull the grass from underneath me
and tear it apart over my skin,
as I look up into the night
in complete contentment.

How this reminds
me of my roots, Brazil.

I feel so free and alive, longing
for the one who thrills me,
desires me and pleasures me...

The one who takes me to
the ultimate place of ecstasy
and uninhibited pleasure.

You know who you are.

And every time you
look at the full moon,
you'll think of
me and you'll
love me...

Yemanja