Crossing the Line (pt.2)

After a brief moment of terrifying silence, the distant voices and music of a television program could be heard from another room in the house. Heidi and Alan breathed heavy sighs in unison as the moment passed.

“What do we do about your mom?” Alan whispered, still half embracing her, half coping a feel. “Nothing,” she whispered back, “We’re both adults.” He snorted at her reply, “Oh yeah. Why are we whispering then?” Heidi giggled and offered back, “Maybe we should at least close the door?”

Heidi released her hold on his cock and wiggled out of Alan’s arm. Silently she brought the door to a mere crack, thinking that they’d still be able to hear a change in her mother’s status if they needed to break up the party. She returned to her place in front of him and began to lift his shirt over his head. Alan had been shirtless in front of her before in the heat of summer, but this time it was different. His body still called to her as it had then, but this time she could touch his skin, run her hands across his smooth muscles, tug gently at the chest hair.

Alan could do little but stand there and enjoy her touch, the touch he had longed to experience for so long. He was lost beneath her fingers, as if they were a portal to another world, a place he could only have dreamed of previously. After touching his skin for a few moments, Heidi decided she needed to feel it against her own. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, slid it off of her shoulders to reveal her large, breasts. Her large nipples were a soft pink, slightly hard in anticipation as her body admitted its draw to him.

Before she could shy away from Alan’s gaze, Heidi pressed her body into his. His skin felt hot next to hers and she rest her head on his chest, appreciating him for the man that he was. Alan wrapped his arms around her and caressed her back, letting her control the situation and how their time would be spent. For him, it was always up to her – anything she wanted, she could have.

“Can we get on the bed?” Heidi asked timidly as she looked up at him. “Of course!” Alan released her and followed her lead, climbing on the bed and laying their heads on the pillows facing each other. “Kiss me.” she pleaded as she closed her eyes. Alan placed his hands aside her face and kissed her gently on the lips. Heidi whimpered and trembled under his touch, Alan was slowly realizing that she was only always waiting for him to take what he wanted. She knew he wanted her and more than anything she just wanted him to act upon it.

Something clicked on in his brain as Alan now knew what she needed. He pressed his lips harder into Heidi’s, making her melt. One hand took a fist full of her hair causing her to open her mouth in a gasp, which he took as opportunity to seek out her tongue with his own. Alan’s mouth moved to her collar bone, where he kissed and gently nibbled.

He let loose her hair and instead grabbed a handful of her breast as he kissed away at her neck. Giving herself to his desires, Heidi rolled over on to her back, opening up his options. Alan took her other breast into his mouth, sucking and biting at her nipple. She squeaked from the pain, but gave no real indication that she wanted him to stop. Heidi instead stuck her own index finger between her lips and bit down on it to keep herself from making too much noise.

Like an animal, Alan attacked her womanly curves with his mouth. He sucked, licked and bit his way from her beasts to her neck then down to her hips. Once there, he slid his fingers into the waistband of her panties and began to remove them. He paused a moment as he questioned his actions. Only a short while ago they were friends, before this was over they would be lovers. Was she ready for that? Was he?

Alan didn’t want to stop though, and neither did Heidi as she lifted her hips off of the bed making the removal of her panties easier. As they slid away from their position they revealed her readiness. A string of Heidi’s wetness trailed from the crotch of her panties to her swollen, wet lips. “God, you’re soaked.” Alan said aloud before he could catch himself.

Heidi didn’t respond, she simply spread her legs and waited for him to continue. She had made her request that he take her, and she wasn’t going to do anything that would stop him from doing so. Alan slid her panties off both legs and tossed them onto the side of the bed near her hand. She balled them up in her hand as a sort of safety net. Heidi wasn’t a teenager and this wasn’t her first time, but with Alan it felt new and almost scary. She feared shattering the dream that she had held onto for so long.

His hands slowly slid up her legs, slowing at her thighs then stopping completely near her entrance. Alan traced the edge of her pussy with one finger then gently dipped it inside. Another finger followed it as they gathered wetness then teased her clit. This was not Alan’s first time either and his touch was magical. Certainly he wasn’t THAT skilled at masturbating a woman, but it definitely was helpful that it was Alan specifically that was touching her.

Heidi was approaching her climax quicker than she ever had before. In an attempt to smother her whimpers and soft moans, she stuck her panties into her mouth and clenched her teeth. Alan alternated his attention from her labia to her entrance with one hand as the other gently caressed her abdomen and breasts.

Heidi began to rummage through the headboard, panties still in her mouth as Alan focused on her. Finding what she was looking for, she threw a condom at him and spit out her panties. “Alan.” she breathed. “Hmm?” he was in a daze, lost in her body. “Alan, fuck me. Please.” She replaced his hand at her pussy with her own so he could prepare himself.

Alan removed his jeans and underwear, letting them fall to the floor. His hard cock was more than ready as the head glistened with precum. He stroked it a few times as he watched her dip her fingers inside herself and furiously rub at her own clit. Alan then climbed onto the bed and tore open the condom wrapper with is teeth as one hand maintained its rhythm on his cock. After rolling is down his shaft he positioned himself between her legs.

Alan let his cock bump into her busy hand, an indication to her that he was ready. Eyes shut, Heidi took hold of his cock and guided it into her wanting pussy. He pushed in as far as he could go making her catch her breath. Alan held onto her legs, pulling her into himself repeatedly. He slid his cock in and out with a wet sounding slap each time as their bodies met.

Heightening her own experience, Heidi squeezed her breasts, digging her nails into her flesh. Likewise, Alan dug into her thighs, pulling himself ever deeper into her. Their hushed groaning and panting of lovemaking wasn’t loud enough to be heard over the television, but they tried to keep it to a dull roar anyways as they both approached their climax.

Reaching the edge, Alan fell atop his friend and buried his face into the bed, letting out a deep groan. His cock swelled inside of her and spasmed as he ejaculated, calling her to join in. Heidi turned her head towards him burying her face into his neck, biting into his flesh as her whole body gave in. Her pussy clenched and released in long, slow pulses. Heidi smiled and moaned to herself as she became aware of the mess she had made on the bed, brought about by Alan’s hand and cock.

Alan slid his cock from her pussy and rolled off of Heidi to lay beside her. As the two friends lay there catching their breath, the timer on the oven buzzed away from the kitchen. She giggled and rolled to face him, propping herself up on one arm, “So,” she said, slapping him on the thigh, “Want to stay for dinner?”

 

Crossing the Line (pt.1)

They lay on the bed as friends. Enjoying each other’s company, chatting about nothing in particular while Heidi’s mother prepared dinner in the kitchen. She had nothing to suspect, nor reason to keep an eye on the two. Alan and Heidi had always only acted as friends, despite deep-seeded want on both of their parts. Alan in typical attire of white t-shirt and blue jeans, lay with his head on his arm, listening as Heidi rambled on about her day, her friends from far away, and her plans for the weekend. He never needed to say a word, nor did he want to stop her song. As she spoke, he drifted towards sleep, exhausted from his hard day of work, her current rant becoming a lullaby.

Lost somewhere in the state of in-between, he placed a hand on her bare leg, rubbing it lightly to match the rhythm of her voice. In her bright yellow tank top and short, blue denim shorts, Heidi couldn’t help but smile. Alan was always so soft, for lack of a better word, with the way that he acted towards her. Despite his often rough and tumble appearance, she saw him as a gentle and caring creature with far more heart than she could ever hope to tame.

Her words drifted off as she melted under his touch. Heidi placed her hand aside his face, caressing his cheek as he turned towards her warmth. A soft moan escaped from somewhere deep down, as if the sun had broken through the darkest of clouds to shine upon Alan’s heart. Slipping over the edge, his hand finally came to rest with his finger tips tucked under the edge of her shorts at her hip.

For awhile, Heidi watch him sleep. Maybe it was only a few minutes, but the moment seemed to last forever. With his walls removed, she could finally see him. Feel him. Through his fingers flowed the love that he had always had for her but was too cautious to outwardly admit to. Lost in the moment and wanting more than just a taste, Heidi took his hand from her hip and placed it between her thighs. In similar fashion, his fingers slipped into the edge of her shorts and teased the lace that framed her panties and ultimately her pussy.

She moaned softly as Alan stirred, his fingers pleading with him to realize their whereabouts. “Maybe this will wake you up.” she said softly, slipping her own finger into the edge of her panties, giving his fingers passage. They now rested against her lips, radiant warmth breaking the his spell of slumber. His eyes opened slowly as he stayed his hand, as a hunter would use caution when their prey was within range.

Alan started to speak, but Heidi placed a finger on his lips and hushed him. They lay there, gazing into each other’s eyes, both afraid to move for fear of losing the moment. She gently ran her fingers through his hair and caressed his cheek. Heidi slipped from his grasp and stood beside the bed. Slowly she removed her top to reveal a cream colored bra trimmed in lace. Freckles dotted chest and stomach as they did her face, but he had never seen more than was conventional between friends. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling at her beauty and his desires, a secret given away by his eyes.

She unbuttoned her shorts and eased them over her hips, revealing a similar set of panties; cream colored, trimmed in lace, with vertical lace panels and a tiny bow in the middle at the top. Heidi just stood there as he took her in. Alan sat up on the edge of the bed and place his hands on her hips. They held each other’s gaze, still not willing to break the silence with words that could never hope to say how they felt.

Heidi was vulnerable. She always wanted Alan, but never wanted to risk rejection. The fear of losing the dream kept her from ever acting on her impulses, or his subtle hints for that matter. He was always generous with touch when it came to her, but also very diplomatic. He never pushed his limits despite his always wanting to.

A tear trickled down her face as she stood before him. “Shhh. What is it?” Alan whispered, brushing the tear away with his thumb. “I’ve waited too long for this,” she said with eyes shut, trying to keep the floods gates from opening. “It’s okay, we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.” he offered but Heidi shook her head.

Alan stood up and took her into his arms. Her arms migrated from her sides to the space that between them, making a cocoon out of his embrace. Heidi’s hands found the growing bulge between his legs that pressed into her abdomen. “Take me,” she breathed. Mimicking her pursuit, his hands wound their way around her body and slid into the front of her panties, brushing across her pubic hair, seeking out the warmth they had recently known. Her swollen lips begged to be parted and her breath caught as she turned her face up towards his, waiting for him to give her life.

The noise from the kitchen came to an end as Heidi’s mother moved about the house. The friends froze as if silence were a better cover to mask their actions. There would be no explaining themselves though; her hands grasping his manhood through his jeans as she stood there in her underwear, and his hands lost in her panties. All they could do was wait and listen, fearing the moment would end before it ever really began.

to be continued

 

Tracing Lines

I’d like to trace, with my face
Or perhaps just with my fingers
These lines of lace; a snail’s pace
A wonderland in which to linger

 

The Layover pt.5

James and Maggi decided to walk the short distance to the his hotel. The crisp walk got their blood flowing and cleared their heads. As they approached the opulent building Maggi exclaimed “Wow, James. You’re staying here?” “Yeah, I guess. I only saw the pictures that the gallery sent to my email.” he replied. “Are they putting you up?” James nodded. “Good evening, James!” a hostess called from the desk as they walked into the hotel. “Hello!” James raised a hand and called back as he led Maggi to the elevators.

“How does everyone know who you are?” she asked as James pushed the button to call the elevator down from its hiding somewhere on the upper floors. “I’m famous.” he replied with a wink. “Really?” “No.” he twisted his mouth as he said this, suggesting some deep pains. The elevator dinged and the doors opened slowly to reveal a polished copper inside with a small bench and carpeted floor. The two turned and faced the doors as they closed; in their reflection Maggi realized that they were still holding hands and had been since the yogurt shop.

“I’m not that famous, I’m just…” James frowned as he searched for the right word, “…eccentric.” “Oh,” Maggi said contemplating how true this might be. “I hear all good artists are!” she chirped back. James smiled, “I guess.” The elevator dinged again as they arrived at his floor. The doors opened to reveal only one door at the opposite end of a small room. James fished in his jacket pocket for the key as Maggi looked around the small room.

“Is this the penthouse?” she asked. “Yeah…” That tell-tale click came from the door as James swung it open. “After you, Maggi.” She stepped into the gorgeous suite that was fit for royalty. The walls were mostly windows, showcasing the lights of the city. “Like I said,” James spoke from behind her “I’m eccentric.” “I think this is incredible! I wish I were eccentric!” Maggi laughed. “HA! But then you would be as much fun as you are! Let’s get you out of that dress.”

Maggi was startled by James’ forwardness but took off her cardigan and started to unzip her dress anyways. “You can change in the bedroom if you want.” James said. “Oh.” Her voice was thick with disappointment. “Just toss your dress out and I will take it downstairs to have them clean it for you.” James called to her as she slunk into the bedroom.

Maggi finished disrobing once inside the room. She let the dress fall from her shoulders to her waist then she pushed it down over her curves with a pout. What am I doing here? She thought to herself as she stood in front of the large mirror on the back of the vanity. Her plain but matching set of white undergarments did nothing to boost her ego. She picked up her dress with a heavy sigh and headed the the other room.

She stopped herself short of the doorway and called out “What do I wear now?” “What’s that?” James called from somewhere inside the penthouse but sounding far away. “I don’t have anything to wear!” Maggi reemphasized her issue as she threw her dress through the doorway into the other room. “Oh, uh… whatever you want.” James said as he approached.

Maggi peeked from behind the door using it to block her body from his view. “What are you doing?” James asked taking a sip from the drink he had apparently poured himself at the bar. “I’m hiding.” Maggi thought it was pretty obvious. “What for?” James scowled at her as sipped again. “Because I’m naked!” “What?!” James choked on his drink. “Well, not NAKED. I’m in my underwear. You don’t have to freak out!” “I just…” James blushed as he struggled to find the right words but instead picked up the dress set down his drink and went out the door.

Maggi felt guilty for getting after him. She wondered now if his distance was more about him being shy than it was possibly not being attracted to her. James carried himself so well that she didn’t even consider it until he had blushed at the mere mention of her being naked. She didn’t want him to be scared off so she thought it best to ease him into the rest of the evening. Even if they were to be just two friends keeping each other company.

She reminded herself again not to get carried away as she looked around for a hotel bathrobe. She found two of them in a deep emerald green hue neatly hanging in the closet. Next to them were several striped button-up shirts that must have belonged to James. Maggi smiled to herself as she ran her fingers down the soft linen. She pulled one to her face and breathed in. James’ scent wrapped itself around her thoughts as her smile grew even bigger. He DID say she could wear whatever she wanted…

to be concluded

 

Room for Rent

Being roommates with Jessica had already been interesting for sometime. We didn’t know each other before she moved in. I had a room to spare and plainly put in the want ad that I was a male but she didn’t seem to mind and I was always one to appreciate a woman’s company.

A month or so after she had moved in I inadvertently caught her removing her panties while she was doing laundry. She was at the laundry closet starting a load while I was down the hall in the kitchen working on a new recipe. I tend to wander while stirring or whisking bowls and as I stepped in to the hall I saw her hands disappear up her skirt, her hips made a little dance as her panties were eased over them. Then down they came, one leg stepped out then the other.

My stirring of the bowl became more deliberate, the spatula my pseudo cock. I snapped back to reality as a bulge grew in my pants due to my over active imagination. I quickly returned to the kitchen before my hard-on could be discovered.

When Jessica made her way back down the hall and past the kitchen I confessed to being a witness. “I saw that you know.” “Saw what?” she didn’t know I had seen. “You switching to commando.” “Oh!” she blushed. “Sorry. If it makes you feel any better, it doesn’t bother me.” A smile flashed across my lips, now projecting me more as a pervert than someone open-minded and easy going. “It does make me feel a bit better,” she smiled back – a smile that grew as she went out the door.

Three months into our cohabitation she caught me by surprise again. I had been at the bistro all morning preparing and returned home to unwind a bit before a busy afternoon and evening. Jessica was in the shower when I got there. I know you can hear the front door close while in the shower but maybe her head was under the water when I arrived. The water shut off and the sound of cabinets and drawers came through the door for a bit. I was at the table reading the newspaper when the door opened.

I glanced up to see her go from the bathroom to her room, completely naked. Her round ass bounced with each step. Time slowed and nearly came to a stop until her door closed. She flung it open a moment later as if she forgot something in the bathroom. She stood in the doorway still naked, her breasts bright pink from the hot shower, her muff neatly and freshly trimmed. She faked a gasp, covered nothing and slammed the door shut. I excused myself for the rest of the day, unsure of my ability to keep from being turned on by the memory of her unclothed body.

The following week she had a girlfriend over from out of town. Jessica had been bragging to her friend that I owned a bistro and so I agreed to make them a dinner that they wouldn’t soon forget. After dinner and too much wine, our talk turned to sex. Her married friend was telling a story about some “mind-bowing morning sex” she had with her husband. She gets up for work before him in the mornings but would often uncover the coveted “morning wood.” Before she left for work this particular morning, she climbed atop his raging hard-on and rode him for all she was worth then went to work pantiless, her pussy buzzing all day long.

Jessica wasn’t really buying the story. Apparently she didn’t spend a lot time in the morning with a man in her bed. “JD, do guys really have morning wood” she asked me. I blushed now that the both of them were focused on me and my dick indirectly. “Uh, ya I guess.” “Really? I just thought that was an urban legend or whatever.” “No, I think it has something to do with the state of sleep you’re in.” I explained “The body is relaxed and as a result you get a boner. Every guy has morning wood from time to time.”

“Even you J?” Her friend teased. “Yes, even me.” “Maybe we will sneak into your room to check it out while you’re sleeping,” Jessica teased. “Uh, I don’t think so. You’re my tenant.” Of course the thought of two women trying to sneak a peek was entertaining.

“You owe me for spying on me last week!” “What?! I didn’t do anything of the sort!” I was immediately defensive. Jessica’s friend looked to her for more explanation, eyebrows raised. “He watched me get out of the shower.” “Now wait a minute!” I tried to keep my head above water – I’ve learned that being out numbered by women can be very dangerous. “I was sitting at the table reading the paper and YOU went from the bathroom to your room naked!” “You’re supposed to avert your eyes J.” Her friend teased and gave me a wink.

“Ya, you saw mine, now show us yours!” Jessica demanded. “Fat chance!” I was far too embarrassed now to even give them a quick flash. “Well fine!” she pouted, “then you don’t get to watch us make out.” With that she grabbed her friend’s hand and they went to her bedroom and didn’t come out until breakfast.

Jessica was an avid reader of magazines like Cosmo that “spill” all the secrets of men and tell you how to “drive them wild in bed.” Mostly I see them as rehashes of things everyone already a knows. Everyone except Jessica it seems. A few days after her friend’s visit Jessica sat at the table pouring over some supposed secrets. “Hey J, it says here that men occasionally give names to their penises, is that true?” I raised an eyebrow “Ya, I guess but I think that is mostly just high school and college kids.” “What’s yours called?” I laughed as I knew that was the follow up. “I didn’t name mine.” “Really?” She apparently had some lingering interest in my manhood from the other night and was upset that I still wasn’t sharing. “Really. Sorry to disappoint, I just never saw the point of it.” “Whatever.”

Jessica continued to read and piped up again when she found another piece of bait. “Okay, here’s one. Says here that ALL men have measured their own penis. That includes you, J.” “Does it?” I wasn’t taking the bait easily. “Yes!” She was almost angry with me now, “Don’t tell me you haven’t measured it.” “Okay, I won’t,” I quipped. “So you have?” “Maybe,” I teased. “Don’t be a jerk, JD. Have you measured it or not?” “Fine. I have.”
“How big is it?” I had wondered if she would dare to ask but didn’t really think she would. “That’s pretty personal, don’t you think?” “Oh come, on J. We’ve been roomies for awhile now, you can tell me.” “What? How does being roomies for awhile make it okay to talk about the size of my dick?” I didn’t really care I just wasn’t following her logic. “Girls share dirty details all the time, even moments after meeting each other!” “Ya, I’m not a girl.” “You might as well be, J. Fuck.”

“What’s that mean? Don’t get upset, I was only playing.” I tried to calm her down a bit. “Well, it was just a question and you don’t have to tell me, but really… what’s the big deal?” she was winding down but still hadn’t given up. “No big deal, I guess. Maybe I just don’t want you to be disappointed.” She was surprised, “Is it that small?” “What? No! Of course not.” it wasn’t what I meant and now I’d have to save myself. “I meant disappointed about something you can’t have.” “Why can’t I?” She was dead serious.

“I, uh…I don’t know.” I was caught off guard with that one and now was trying to think of something witty but was hung up on the idea of being with her. “Because then I wouldn’t be able to be your landlord any more.” “Seriously J? You’re going to kick me out?” she was obviously hurt at the thought. “God no. Maybe I like my power.” She was really starting to get tired of the games. “Maybe I’m afraid that I might become pussy whipped.” “Just answer the question JD. How big is it?” I paused for a moment and wondered if I should really tell.

“Eight.”

“What?” she seemed angry again instead of happy or excited, “You don’t have to lie. Why can’t you just fucking tell me?” With that she got up, grabbed her coat and headed for the door. “I’m serious!” I yelled as she slammed the door. I knew better than to go after her so I tidied up the place a bit before I headed out myself. I looked at the magazine that had set everything off and was surprised to learn that I was quite a bit bigger than most and that she must have assumed I was exaggerating.

It was late when I returned home. Jessica still hadn’t come back or at least it didn’t seems as such. I poured myself a night cap and plopped down in the arm chair hoping she’d return before I retired. I had been thinking about the discussion all evening and wanted to clear things up. I always feel guilty after a disagreement, regardless of how serious it is. I gave up after an hour and headed off to bed.

I was completely out of it and didn’t notice Jessica come in to my room in the wee hours of the morning. I even slept through her climbing on to my bed. It wasn’t until she peeled back the covers and upon the sight of my morning wood, exclaimed “Holy shit,” that I finally woke up.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “Taking things into my own hands,” she replied and with both of her hands took hold of my cock. She wasn’t drunk but seemed to have had few so that she was obviously brave enough to push the limits. “Are you going to kick me out if I suck your dick, J?” With that she licked the tip then took as much as she could into her mouth. I had no response mainly due to the initial shock of a hot mouth.

I moaned. “What’s that J?” she said, coming up for air. “Of course I’m not going to kick you out. It really was just a misunder…” Jessica interrupted, “What if I fuck you, J? Are you going to kick me out then?” She stood up on the bed, reached beneath her skirt and slid down her panties, stepped out of them, then tossed them at my face. Their warmth and aroma were intoxicating. I brushed them aside to see her hike up her skirt as she straddled me. She lifted up my cock as she lowered herself, guiding me inside her wanting pussy.

She bit her lower lip and half moaned, half whimpered. “Oh god,” I breathed. Months of watching her and being teased by her were coming to fruition. Jessica leaned forward, place her hands on my chest giving herself the freedom to slowly slide up and down my shaft, familiarizing herself with its girth and depth. She made a little oomph noise each time she slid all the way down to the base.

She finally leaded back, fully sitting upon me, burying my dick deep inside her pussy. She removed her shirt, unfastened her bra and slowly slid if off, holding my gaze the whole time. “Squeeze my tits, J.” She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts. I squeezed them gently. “Harder!” she demanded. I tightened my grip, digging my fingers into her supple flesh.

“I’m going to make you come now, J. If you’re going to kick me out, I’m going to make it worth it.” She started grinding herself against me in a circular motion. I started taking deeper, slower breaths, trying to hold out for as long as I could. Jessica took notice and accepted it as a challenge. “You better fucking come, J.” She changed her tactic and began to bounce vigorously up and down, her ass slapping against my upper thighs.

Soon she was screaming in ecstasy, throwing her head back. Seeing her give herself fully to her pleasure sent me over the edge. I released her breasts and grabbed her hips, pulling her into me, holding her in place, making us one. I exploded inside her and held my breath for what seemed like an eternity – one spent in complete bliss. We both were racked with spasms, her pussy squeezing my cock and it grew and relaxed over and over again inside her.

She collapsed beside me on the bed exhausted. “So? You going to kick me out?” she asked. I tried to catch my breath, “Yes.” “What?” she sat up and turned to look at me. “You need to move out of your room and in to mine. I don’t think I could let you go after that.” Jessica smiled and laid back down. Snuggling against me she drifted off to sleep. I laughed to myself when I realized that though I placed an ad looking for a roommate I had inadvertently found a lover.

 

Gentle Breeze

A gentle breeze
Can lift your spirits
Send you soaring
Through the air
Like a blue bird
On lofty currents
Gliding ’round
Without a care

A gentle breeze
Can lift your spirits
With softest touch,
A wind so kind
Will lift the skirts
Of pretty girls
Showing off
Their round behinds

 

Perfumed

Delicate fabric
Black and full of sweet perfume
Held up to my face

Based on the story “The Convention”

 

Cute as a Button

Little white button
Ruffles hidden underneath
Coy among the green

 

The Dance

Small delicate things
Locked in turmoil, swirling ’round
Putting on a show

 

Before Dawn

Glimpses of heaven
Deep blues above and below
Waiting for release