Things I find erotic

The word “succulent”
Corsets
Mirrors
Rain
Boots of almost any description
Flannel shirts
Things that are round
Color
Feathers
Masquerade masks
Bells
Silk scarves
Eyes
The click of heels on a tile floor
Ladders
Snow
Ice
Vintage porn
That spot just above the collarbone right at the curve of the neck
A certain type of uncertainty
Lace, stretchy or not
Dancing
Trees
Shibari
Whispering
Stained glass
Laughter
Shadows
Things that tie or lace up
Silver
Breathing
Confidence without arrogance
Mystery
The word “mystery”
Accents
Nail polish
Intelligent conversation
Wit
Hands
Words well used

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The Shape of Desire

I love curves.

The way flower stems bend, blossom heavy, leaning toward the sun

Orbs of all kinds – plums and apricots; garden globes that reflect years of light and color; perfume bottles (especially the old ones, with stoppers)

That moment where a neck becomes a shoulder, the way palms curve around and fingers trace

I love the way raindrops and tears follow the lines of a face, the tilt of a jaw

Mugs full of coffee, nestled warm in my hands

Flower pots, and candles, and champagne flutes

Breathing, sometimes, follows a curve

Feathers

Snowdrifts before the world moves in

Sea glass rubbed smooth by waves

The arch of a foot

Punctuation