Monday, July 18, 2011


Consumed in scent of musky air

Deep in folds of tender skin

My buried face, my heart enthralled

Of ecstasy from deep within

Your thunderous roar of slumber groans

From throat to room to ear

But buried in your neck I find

I cannot be too near

Longing stirs even though

The love we made still lingers

Upon my thighs, deep inside,

With scent upon my fingers

Your skin beckons touch, sublime

To resist I am unable

Though full I find that I cannot

Push myself back from the table


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About Sash

People call me "Sash" because I'm a former beauty queen in my old home town. My father used to ride in an MC which got me interested in the culture. After my last divorce I said "goodbye" to Susie Homemaker and became the naughty, biker chick I always felt inside. (Read more...)