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He watched her eyes as they sparkled in anticipation, he slowly brought it to her mouth, touched it to her lips and traced their full luscious outline.

Her eyes grew dreamy as she opened her mouth and he gently slid it into her warm waiting mouth.

He watched as she sucked slowly and her eyes closed in extasy as she swollowed the thick creamy liquid.
she groaned and her tongue darted out to lick her lips to get the rest he had left there when he began.

She sighed and opened her eyes, smiled a wicked smile and waited as he reached for another creamy chocolate in the box to begin again.

His hand fits perfectly into mine, his fingers fill the spaces between mine, my head fits perfectly on his chest, the beat of his heart carms my soul.

His lap holds me perfectly, and his hand fits behind my head and cups my head perfectly as his lips breath life into my heart.

His eyes are perfect and they see inside my mind to the girl, the woman, the lady, the wild child inside of me.

He writes and sings perfectly and the words and notes melt right into my skin and make my nerve ends tingle and my soul sing.

He is far from perfect, but he is perfect just for me.

A fairy small and light sat staring out at the world one day,
she wondered why the child could find beauty and magic in the flower and an adult just did not see, the child spent time looking at the rocks and stones, the green grass and how it was blown by the breeze to look like the ripples on the ocean, the child saw the fairy and did not question, she smiled and waved.

The mother had forgoten how to see the world, her shoulders where heavy and she was lost in worry and stress, the butterfly that landed on her shoulder was not noticed, its colours filtering the rays of the sun were only seen by the child who watched in wonder.

The fairy watched the mother and tears rolled down her cheeks for she remembered her as a child, she remembered the little girl who had such big dreams and who loved to laugh and spin in the tall grass, she wondered where she had lost her along the way.

Why is it some days it feels like worms crawling around in your brain.
every though is moved and displaced as they crawl,
and soon every fragment of your mind is a huge puzzle
that you never are sure anyone will ever work out.

Maybe if I were to lay down on the cold, green, wet grass,
close my eyes and just stop thinking completely
they would get bored and begin to crawl out of my ears and
return to the earth to make roads there where they belong.

My mind would then be clear and without anything left inside,
would I remain like this or would someone find me and make
the time to fill my mind with some order and beauty?

In the daylight her mind wonders and questions,
her feelings are strong but she worries and wonders.

And then comes the night, the silver moon rises over the ocean, it trails moonlight as if in a path to her feet, He holds out his hand and she questions no more, her mind settles and she becomes peaceful and content, his hand in her's, his eyes looking into her soul and she is lost in his world where she knows she belongs.

SHE is a little girl, she needs to be cuddled and loved,
she needs to have her hair stroked back lovingly and be kissed on the forehead, told she is safe always in his strong arms.

SHE is a woman, she needs to be teased and flirted with, she needs to be told she is special to him and that he desires her thoughts, mind, body and soul, to feel gentle and loving and free to let him into her soul.

SHE is a Lady, she needs to be treated like she has a brain, like she is soft but strong, she needs to feel respected and treasured always.

SHE is a wild creature of feeling, she needs to be shown she is sexy, she needs to be shown how her body can react to a Man who gets to know her, she needs to feel tenderness and strength, to feel her blood rush to places she only opens to one she trusts, to feel lost in her mind while he controls her body, safe knowing he will never hurt her.

SHE is all these inside one woman, inside all woman, she needs to be loved for all and not for one or two, or even three.
If HE ever really wants to love her as the beautiful contrast of woman she is inside her mind, body and her soul.

The soft silk of the blindfold caressed her face and blocked out all light, the ear plugs in her ears filled her head with soft dreamy music and drowned out all other sound, she was in a world she had never known before, one he made for her, her hands were not bound and she was able to stop anything if she so wanted it, she didn't.
Fully clothed he stood behind her, He was strong but gentle with eyes that seemed to look inside her mind, tonight she could only feel him, she was a little nervous but she trusted him completely.

She felt the warmth of his hands as he lifted her hair, his breath as he bent to kiss her exposed neck, shivers raced over her body and she felt her heart beat faster, she was aware that she wore only her lacy black bra and panties with knee high stockings, she knew he watched every reaction her body made and it excited her, she gave herself up to him and became a woman of feeling alone.

The music fills the air soft and slow,
she feels the soft silk of her skirt caress her thighs as she moves, her feet arched in the high heels makes her legs look pretty, her soft curls fall around her shoulders swaying as she moves.
The muscles of his shoulders under her hands ripple as he moves with her, his hands secure on her hip as he swings her slightly his arms cradle her, she feel like liquid flowing with him as they dance.

Lost in his arms, flowing where he leads, she feels the music become a part of them and her body moves where he and the music want it to move.

Little dresses ruffles and ribbons,
pinks with lace, blue with net, yellow with roses.

A little girls dream, she slips into one and twirls round and round,
slips out and into the next and she is a princess, slips into the yellow
and she becomes a fairy, and in the white with little pink ribbons,
pink roses and lots of ruffles she becomes
'Amisha, the most beautiful little angel'

Laughing and gay she skips and twirls, seeing the light she smiles
and runs into her new home to show her friends her dress, in this
world she can be anything she wants to be.

Mom my breathing is funny and I can't feel my body, why are these people running around my bed?

They must have put air inside me because I can fly now, look mom I can hold out my hands and fly high, Mom, why can't you hear me?
Why is she crying so much, I am ok now the hurt is gone and now I can breath without that nasty tube they put inside me, its ok mom you don't have to worry about me any more, Dad is here to fetch me, he said he would come back later when you were ready to let me go, and now I feel ready, can you let me go now mom, he said the angels are waiting to play with me in heaven, there are lots of little angels there.

God's newest angel floats down and sits on her moms lap, takes her moms face in both hands and kisses her tears away, smiles at her Dad standing waiting and takes his hand, as they leave she knows mom will be ok later because dad told her.

And she closes her eyes, reaches out her arms and begins to spin, gently turning round and round.

Her world begins to play out in her mind like a movie, she is a child and she smiles and spins a bit faster, she becomes a girl and she throws back her head and laughs as she spins even faster.

And suddenly she becomes a young woman and she begins to slow down, slowly, slowly until she finds she is standing arms at her sides and she opens her eyes, smiles at all the adults looking at her and walks forward as a Lady should.

She has children and gently watches them grow, content to walk slowly and loves being the adult.

One day she finds she is a woman, her children are young adults, and she is walking gently alone, not unhappy just alone.

He looks at this woman, holds out his hand and his eyes ask her to trust him, she, almost without thinking places her hand in his.

She closes her eyes once more and he begins to walk around her, she finds herself spinning ever so slowly and she smiles, he fills her soul with magic and she spins faster, once more throwing back her head and laughing, but this time she opens her eyes and his face is there smiling right back into her.

She found her 'Neverland' his name is Michael:-)

His hand lifted her hair and she felt his lips brush over her neck,
she shivered and felt the tingle down her spine.
the sound of the zip being unzipped made her week, her bare back melted into his chest as he slowly let the dress slide to the floor, he kisses her shoulder and nibbled her ear and her body caught fire, she sighed and her head fell back onto him so he could reach her better.

His hands held her shoulders as he stepped back and walked around to face her, his eyes made her blush, he held her gaze as he sank down on his knees and lifted his hands to her panties, hooking a finger through both sides he began to slide them down.
He lifted each foot and kissed her toes, ran his hands up her legs and leaning in kissed her tummy, she was lost in his touch, standing slowly he lifted her to his chest, kissed her deeply and lowered her into the warm water waiting with rose petals filling the air with their sweet fragrance.

She lay with the water lapping at her body stairing into the eyes of the Man who made a simple bath so sensual in her world, this was how he made her feel, treasured, loved, wanted, respected and beautiful, why would she ever want anything else:-)