http://www.morganamoon.com/Erotica www.MorganaMoon.com Mon, 04 Jan 2010 20:53:16 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I zip up my highheeled boots taller now, back straight i wander a stop sign glares at me, I halt with no direction where can you go? cringing I continue the wind flies around my made up face emotions buried beneath drifts of snow a strut a models walk. A show for no one I breathe in, the air is ... http://www.morganamoon.com/Erotica/?p=51 She is a beautiful mistake spreading her buttermilk tendrils to taste the world dancing to the beat of pulsating hearts gasping for air connected piece by piece bones are broken and lost finally at home in love speaking in crimson sleeping naked truth amidst ivory lies that litter our haven of comfort serendipity blossoming flourishing, and then dropping like petals that can ... http://www.morganamoon.com/Erotica/?p=49 the poison blisters from my skin seeking its exit into the summer breeze i wait, for a friend, a love, a dream the sun burns my eyes as i look for answers, making them water black makeup spills down my gleaming cheeks as i squint, seeking  hope, seeking peace begging to be itched, the poison reaches for a kiss, ... http://www.morganamoon.com/Erotica/?p=46   Your lips Rest on your slender face Moist and luscious I want to touch Every inch of unreachable you I watch the drunks Spill their drinks And I am emptied Hollowness leaves me with only Your lips http://www.morganamoon.com/Erotica/?p=44   Depth- like the sea, dark and wet- Succulent like ripe fruit, in and out, thrusting, hard- Fucking, always fucking, indiscreet, obvious- Naked and wet, dripping almost rotted and bruised. Chapped lips, under and above- Squeaking like a dogs toy, plastic and rubber- And wet, always wet. Wrapped around the body like a snake- Dressed down and proper, like ... http://www.morganamoon.com/Erotica/?p=42   Last nights rendezvous Bring headaches worse then the hangover I should have Nothing to cling to in these days Of terror Making a man of wax from Burning candles While those I love are away How I ache to be away Suffocating in my turtleneck Of hatred Insanity takes the place of boredom Tearing at my skin Ripping off my clothes leaving marks that ... http://www.morganamoon.com/Erotica/?p=40   Where is my muse?  Did she saunter off wearing my favorite heels? High on opium and whisky? Perhaps it was cold sake and instead Of exposing her ageless breasts to the gentle fall wind,  Those perfect nipples were covered in a black sarong. Melodious laughter echoing throughout the hallway, Her light feet never even touching the stained ... http://www.morganamoon.com/Erotica/?p=38     Glistening minds reflect our light in the water that flows through our naked bodies I drink deep of your mass, you soul, I smell the salted flesh you offer-to fill My hungry appetite- a feisty gut aching for only you Cleansed of my apathy I yearn for our knowing space We swim in the ... http://www.morganamoon.com/Erotica/?p=36   Lips against flesh Tongue into bodily crevices. Tracing every curve, shivering under the pulse of another Clutched by you, I feel no fear. Only fear of losing myself into something that I cannot hold onto. That I cannot describe. Comfort replaces anxiety. I look at your lips, slightly parted, Breath rapidly escaping from inside that moist mouth. Pulling ourselves ... http://www.morganamoon.com/Erotica/?p=34       I am already wet as I pull up the right leg of my fishnets, stopping mid-thigh. My wardrobe lacks knee high stockings, those that usually fit the normal “school girl” attire. But in this case I still fit the image, but look tougher, more dominating, versus the submissive in pigtails.             ... http://www.morganamoon.com/Erotica/?p=32