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Lavender -- Lace & The Khamsin

It is that time of year again -- when the land becomes hot and dry --- a khamsin wind sweeping the land.... at sunset it turns the sky red with the dust creating -- afterglow ...bringing back memories of lovemaking -- for hours -- as the sun sinks into the river and twilight emerges with her purple sirens softly beckoning the cool caressing winds of midnight. Outside my tent I wait for Mr. X to arrive --- I cannot wait for his warm embrace and to submit to him in an erotic celebration of us…so wanton… perfect…so enticingly hot…submission to passion is joy….


What shall I wear to beguile... I look to Gwen a new design by CD and one of his best yet....I feel like an enchantress in the sheer lace silk top with strategically placed roses adorning my breasts and the elegant lace skirt sheer and sexy that is shot with lavender and silver that flows around soft silk stockings with beautiful lace accents. Gwen evokes a beautiful, sexy silhouette.

As I wait for Mr. X I imagine kissing him– amid a fragrant sea of lavender flowers ....

Gently he tugs at the silvery lace of my skirt…he whispers that he loves the way it falls at my ankles like a cluster of hyacinths...softly he takes me in his arms...and is amazed by the sultry silken silver threads of my camisole ---he whispers... this my darling is an outfit made for a night of passion... hot, carnal...essential...eternal like the winds of the Khamsin....
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Full Moon Over Kilimanjaro

Full Moon Over Kilimanjaro

One of the most amazing things I have done with Mr. X this month is to awake in the cold pre-dawn camp lovingly referred to by many trekkers as Campi ya Kanzi, one of the world’s best places to escape everything…. The camp is romantically situated in the crater of Mount Kilimanjaro. Awaking to a mist shrouded rose colored dawn I looked for Mr. X --- only to find him cooking breakfast for us over hot coals…that gleamed in the breaking rays of sunshine like the shafts of gold in his glacier blue eyes. After breakfast he asked me if I was up for a stroll in the mountains with him -- how could I resist ! He hoisted a daypack of goodies across his wide shoulders and we headed out into the cool mountain air for a day of discovery.

As we strolled along, hand in hand, we talked of life and love and the changing tide of feelings and emotions. Although we have drifted apart, he will always be in my heart and I treasure the time we spend together. This day was particularly grand.

We took our time reaching the summit of this glorious asteroid- sized mountain – with views that endure a lifetime. Mr. X packed a fabulous dinner and we dined on a variety hot curries, rice and finished off the feast with my favorite -- chai masala. I snuggled into the fur coat that CD gave me as a good luck gift for my mountain ramble. Ah CD I made it --- to the very pinnacle --- in style bursting with happiness and the sweet taste of success – and chai masala!

That night, the moon, was like a great white opalescent compass -- a beautiful silvery orb that showed brilliantly as we descended the mountain to return to camp….tired and fulfilled. Read more!

Sita and Mr. X - :(

Sometimes sl catches you by surprise -- and puts u in a whirlwind of emotion... the X factor -- left me dissolving and sad by underhanded non communication -- it was brilliant... and well played... I was not the goal.... But....

I am here to be found...... I wear cd's Daniella in red... and think....of X and of course forget him-- and look to spring and CD's new line --- sexy -- fabulous --- he designs for women of taste -- we evoke and are the essence of sensuality.... and then -- there is the one we always leave behind or are left behind ---- tears... Mr. x I wonder....

HOW IS IT THAT WE SHALL MEET AGAIN?
ON A GENERIC STREET
IN SOME NAMELESS CITY
OR
IN THE CRUSH OF THE CROWDS
IN MIDTOWN AT NOON

WILL IT BE AFTER WE HAVE PASSED THROUGH THE STAR STUDDED VOID OF ETERNITY…….
OR ON A REMOTE TROPICAL ISLAND --
SULTRY AND SUNRIPENED….
ON WHAT PAGE --- ---OR BOOK –
IN WHAT FRAGMENT OF A MELODY -----
LOST IN TIME...HOURS & MINUTES....
WE HAVE WASTED YEARS
PERHAPS IT WILL BE IN THE LABYRINTHINE STREETS
OF A COLORFUL CHOWK IN INDIA -- FRAGRANT WITH THE SPICES OF THE ORIENT…

OR IN THE FLEETING GLINT OF ANONYMOUS EYES …
WITH YOUR SMOLDERING INTENSITY....

SHALL IT BE IN A DIONYSIAN DAYDREAM --
INDUCED AND RECALLED ONLY
TO FADE
LIKE THE MORNING MIST SURROUNDING
ANCIENT JAVANESE TEMPLES….

TONIGHT I THINK OF YOU -------

DISTANT ----
A PENUMBRA

HIDING IN THE SHADOWS OF MY MIND LIKE THE
BRIEF MEETING OF IMPASSIONED LIPS ---
ELEMENTAL AND ABSOLUTE.

PERHAPS,
WE SHALL SIMPLY AWAKEN FROM AN ENCHANTED SLEEP,
BODIES ENTWINED --- STILL LOVERS

FROM THE MYTHS OF THE AGES

SEARCHING FOR THE GOLDEN THREAD OF ARIADNE

LEADING DEEP INTO THE LABYRINTH….




I await cd's newest creation... I always feel alluring - sensual -- kiss CD for all you do...

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