A Train can Travel Fast or Slow

A train can travel fast or slow,
the driver needs to take care,
not too quick, not too slow,
driving is an art.

Her hand slowly slipped off the table,
to slide down to find that part of him
that would please her, tease her,
release her.

The train roared on, driven by a driver
eager to get to to the next part of the journey.

Her hand always found its destination.
Timing is important,
never work in haste,
a driver should be considerate.

The speed of the train slowed,
an assured hand in control.
One cannot arrive too quickly.
The arrival is everything, full of expectation and pleasure.

The joy of a journey travelled and attained is everything,
never to be rushed or taken for granted.

She never set off too early,
she was experienced in the art of travel,
a woman who never raced to her destination.

Each journey travelled she was



There would be no Sleep Now

There would be no sleep now as he remembered a sensual exchange, not too long ago, which had taken him to a higher place.

Her words had caressed him, excited him, driven him to a desire that burned.

He now lay in bed, remembered; wanted her desire to lead him again to a place where she could write her own words to entice, to create a new experience, driven by heart and desire.

A crystal clear image slipped into his mind. There would be no sleep now