Tamie, thank you my friend for inviting me to guest post celebrating your One Year Blogiversary. Congratulations!
Today’s blogiversary guest post comes from Kat Bastion…and it’s a good one peeps.
Read and enjoy…O…and there’s a giveaway at the end 🙂
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© 2012 by Kat Bastion
Misted platinum wafting by lures a nymph to dance,
Sprinkles falling, laughter rising, spinning pure romance.
Fragile wings spiral higher, flirting with the sun.
Captured by a passerby, innocence begone.
Discarded leaves tumble past in muted reddish hues,
Coldness slowly settles in, vibrance does recuse.
Sadness looks with longing eyes out into the world,
Kindness brings a soft caress, silken wings unfurl.
Loving smile, a whispered touch, sends a soul to soar.
Bonds are broken in sweet flight, freedom evermore.
To the heavens angel flies, heartbeat starts to stall,
Grounded, solid arms do reach, there to catch the fall.
© 2012 by Kat Bastion
© 2012 by Kat Bastion
Black velvet sky ablaze with stars,
Truly blooms the love of ours.
A smile lights up a stolen glance,
Lovers blessed to have the chance.
Snowy egrets take to flight,
The pair on wing into the night.
We dash away to take our time,
A feathered touch, so sublime.
Thermal currents make me soar,
Waves crash down upon the shore.
I hold you close, floating high,
From every gasp and trembled sigh.
When sleep claims us way too soon…
… I blame it on the moon.
© 2012 by Kat Bastion
Deidre, this is so brilliant. You color our world beautiful. 🙂
Kat Bastion
© 2012 by Kat Bastion
I settle into the moment.
Time stalls.
The world… falls away.
I nestle closer.
Lips… nuzzle.
Pulse… thrums.
Musky scent… intoxicating.
Salty taste… captivating.
Strong arms embrace.
I sigh.
Warmth spreads.
Silence reigns.
A moment… forever captured.
Safe.
Protected.
Loved.
I am… unbound.
Heaven… found.
© 2012 by Kat Bastion
Do you have a love affair with words?
Have you vibrated when you’ve found the perfect morsel, a rush of satisfaction firing through your veins when you know only that single descriptor will do above any other?
Do you obsess about your own?
Have you moaned in need, knowing exactly what you want to say… but it’s just out of reach, on the tip of your tongue, tormenting you with a taste… but not quite gaining substance?
Do you crave them from others?
Have you searched for that secret place of solitude, away from the world, where you can escape for an hour, or two… or many… into a dreamland spun by another?
Do you find yourself addicted?
Have you strived to find that sweet spot of balance and rhythm, a natural ebb and flow, teasing a heart-felt work of art from a cold slab of marble?
Do you long to turn the most mundane into something spectacular?
… {smiles slowly} ….
To walk into a British car auction, testosterone pinging in the air.
In an arena dominated by wealth, your pulse accelerates as the journey unfolds.
The sensuality… palpable.
Your gaze travels the room until… your breath catches.
She lies there in beautiful repose, the object of your desire.
Exquisite curves beg for your touch.
You lick your lips.
Unbidden, your body leans closer.
The eyes of a voyeur stare deep into her soul.
Bared for you to devour.
You imagine sliding in…
The fit tight… but perfect.
She hugs your body as if the two of you were created together.
Your fingers slide over her soft, supple skin.
A firm grip… takes control.
You swallow hard, slamming zero to sixty in record time.
And still… you push her harder.
She takes everything you have to give her and screams for more.
You shift gears…
She responds… purring…
Faster…
Hotter…
Forcing…
Vibrating…
The auctioneer’s voice over the intercom interrupts the two of you and you snap back to the room. You stare back longingly at her. The moment was shared. The erotic experience happened. The memory, a snapshot forever kept in the album of your mind.
… {inhales deeply} …
Do you have secret liasons with your thesaurus?
Have you squealed in delight when a “word of the day” account followed you on Twitter, following back the decadent account with breathless anticipation of a beautiful relationship?
… {whispers} … I –so- have…
Do you have a love affair with words?
I do…
Your Favorite Shoe,
Kat Bastion
© 2012 by Kat Bastion
We’ve all dabbled in a bit of food… a lot of sex.
No?
Everyone hasn’t raced back to their hotel room with their man after a romantic dinner, holding the strawberry cheesecake, not able to wait until they got through eating dessert in public before devouring each other in private?
And… when you got back to the hotel room.
And… were told to strip as he climbed into the hot tub.
And… he looked at you as if you both hadn’t just eaten.
As if… he hadn’t eaten in years…
Your man, holding that cheesecake with a wicked smirk on his face.
You did not strip fast. Oh, no.
The sensual dance had begun. Every sense you possessed had already heightened.
By the time you stepped into that hot tub, he had already painted every curve of your body with his mind. You stood there above him. He sat in the swirling hot water below you. With his fingers, he smeared in achingly slow precision the confection, a five star pastry-chef-created masterpiece, onto your skin in all his favorite places. Together, you created a new work of art.
Hot licks and sucks, moans and shivers, laughs and begging followed as he made dessert out of you…
Mmmmmmm… {thoughts get sidetracked in the fantasy for a moment}
What is it about food…and sex?
If the food is spectacular? Mouths water. Moans are elicited. Breaths are held. Satisfaction is written on your face as you wrap your lips around your first juicy morsel before the fork is slowly pulled away.
It’s foreplay. If the food is stellar, it can be orgasmic. … {whispers} Although, that can be quite embarrassing in public. If you tend to get…loud.
Sex Condiments in particular heighten sensuality, bringing the five senses up front and center.
Haven’t we all wanted to become condiment connoisseurs? Operating purely off instinct and spontaneity. If the mood strikes and the topping is available, then partake. Wholeheartedly.
As a writer, the poetry of food and sex is unparalleled. As a woman… or a man… research for writing is a requirement. Lots, and lots, of painstakingly slow research…
What about hot chocolate or caramel sauce? Whipped cream?
{smiles} Oh, if you haven’t tried them yet, I am so guessing you will…
Since you cannot seem to identify your absolute favorite… More studies are definitely in order.
One VERY important caveat: I’m fairly certain it’s bad for a woman’s … inner ecology… to get sugar up in her whoo-ha (highly technical term) so be sure to clean it completely off slots and tabs before connecting. Licking and sucking thoroughly is suggested, but not guaranteed.
The laughter cleaning up every doorknob, wall corner, counter surface, and floor tile smudged with chocolate or honey… for days… Will be Priceless. (But, watch out for ants!)
Happy research, everyone! Please comment and share your favorite sex condiments. Your tips and comments. And… your research results… {smirks}
Your Favorite Shoe,
Kat Bastion
© 2012 by Kat Bastion
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