When she stretches in the silence of her own room, can he hear her soft moan as she remembers him? Naked, her breasts heave beneath the thin cover, sensitive to the cloth touch, imagining his hand cupped nround her to raise the rosebud to his lips and tongue. She sighs. The petals open between her legs, welcoming the sense of him. And she can feel his presence, warm flesh against hers. Can he feel her hands drawing him to her, her hands between his legs, caressing and coaxing. She looks up and in the darkness sees his eyes. She smiles. Can he see her? He just needs to turn off the light... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ and in her book, later, she adds...~~~~~~~~~~ He sends me images of women naked breasts bare round bottoms poses that suggest- invite- This one today has a name "Delta of Venus" It shows the curves of a woman's soft belly the dark tuft of hair between her legs there is no face no arms no movement save the imagination, anticipation of the hidden garden. He hopes when he sends such art I understand the spirit of the sending gently afraid I might reject his desire- Why? Why would I reject his gifts of passion? His ovetures of wanting my body against his? Wanting me to open such legs and wrap myself around his nakedness that he might enter the Delta... enter me? I am not Venus yet I am when he sends such images when he sends himself.... a gift to Venus © RJD 12/15/98
eyes never leave hers...whatever their approach. He loves her acceptance, he offers his own. He allows her to love him. And she is wonderfully adept at demonstrating her love. She lies back against the pillows, her arms reaching above her head...a seductive movement that rolls over him life powerful surf. He wants to plunge deep into this surf and yet...he wants to taste the this swelling sense of musk, and life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ skin ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ feels the elecricity of love...even through glass screens and a voice transmitted by a river of fiery bolts. Her very words, over the phone, changes the very nature of time. She holds her breasts to him, offering him their rosey buds, which whe knows he cannot resits.