Read me right

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You make me want to crawl out of my skin, and onto your body.  Your heart so heavy with worry, just lay it on mine, melt into me, feel it beating for you, your love, and let gravity pull you into my soul, until we’re one, until we’re whole.

I’ll shake as our energy syncs, I’ll quiver until we calibrate, and eventually calm as you blanket me in your warmth and adoration.  Gaze deeper, and let my eyes show you what I want to tell you:  That they light up because of the way you smile, and they drift away, and dream of you always.

I want your fingertips to drip down, and trace the lines of my body, reading and savoring the spaces between; my curves telling you the story of my heart.  I’ll write new love for you to find.  I’ll let your hands uncover my body, and discover my mind.

Inhaling our scent excites my cells and confirms what I feel-that you’re the reason my body breathes……slower, deeper, softer, sweeter.

Your skin in my teeth, your tongue on my lips: this is what heaven and hell tastes like.  I want to devour and dote on all of our flavors.

I want to hear you say my name again and again.  The vibrations of your voice soothe my spirit ,and awaken every sensual bone in my body.  Your moans elevate my entire existence.

Touch me, taste and inhale me; listen as you look, and penetrate deeper into my essence.  I’ll tell you everything you want to hear, and help you feel all your body craves, if you open my heart, and read me just right.

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge 

Sweet love

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She consumes love, and so, it pours from her soul, seeps through her skin, spills out of her mouth, and blesses all with a breath of fresh air. 

She smells like the sun, feels like the clouds, tastes like a rainbow, whispers like the ocean, and shines as bright as Christmas morning blanketed in snow.  She becomes the love she lets in.

She embodies the essence of her inhales and exhales: deeper, slower, softer, sweeter; she savors the subtle, digests the details, and emanates the effects of her efforts.

You can offer her fear, but she knows how it tastes, preferring the sensations and vibrations of peace, she chooses to swallow what cleanses her palate…….sweet love.

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge