Rosetta McKinnon
Bio
I started writing when I was 14, what started as keeping a diary turned into writing what I was feeling into poetry. I've wrote for the National Library of Poetry, my first public outing, which encouraged me to write.
Stories (6/0)
A Sweet Release...
He stood outside the shower door watching as she lathered her luscious body with a sweet smelling lavender and sage soap. The scent of the soap filled the bathroom, making him lightheaded, he steadied himself as he slid the door to the shower open. She turned and held out her hand to him, inviting him to step into the water with her. He looked at her as the water cascaded over her body, flowing down her full, round breasts, nipples erect like little raisins. The water streamed down her stomach and her firm yet soft behind, long slender legs topped by full hips. He stepped in and embraced her, feeling her heat and the coolness of the water, causing him to catch his breath. She pulled him in closer; she wanted to melt into him, aching for him. He let her touch him all over feeling his firm muscular body with long, slim legs and perfect ass to grab! His skin was so smooth, she liked touching him even though it had been some time ago. Damn, it’s too long she thought as her hands travelled downwards then stopped at his navel not daring to any further much less look down at him. She already knew, she felt the vibe off his body. He took her hand and guided it downwards to his erect penis.
By Rosetta McKinnon4 years ago in Filthy
Is it LOVE that I'm missing...
Is it LOVE That I’m missing… I’ve seen the sadness that was in her eyes which is now reflected in my own eyes. Feeling like I’ve lived her life before, we have so many similarities, she knows the pain I’m in and what I’m feeling or how could she know me that I’ve become her. Our lives a mirror reflecting back what we lost all those years ago, something we both knew would save us both -LOVE. So now her tears will never be seen, her heart will cry, her soul that yearns, her spirit waiting to soar, her dance to be danced and a taste of something forbidden…
By Rosetta McKinnon4 years ago in Poets
