A promise of tenderness, the link between ideas and realities. Looking at it from all sides, I get all sorts of ideas.

I glanced and glanced again at this summit I would never conquer. The ascension seemed easy. More of a stroll on a smooth terrain. I am tempted to linger here. But I am pushed by instincts. The climb soon became steeper, the ground rockier.

David set out a plate of cheese and sliced baguette, a second plate of strawberries and chocolate, and a bucket containing ice and a bottle of champagne. Knowing that Vanessa was always on time, he hurried back inside, grabbing a bouquet of roses off the kitchen counter before standing at the front door. Promptly at 7:00, Vanessa let herself in.

Have you ever been kissed? I mean really kissed? Treated as though you're a delicious dessert to be savoured. Lips hovering over your throat; hot breath making all your hairs stand on end with the anticipation of being touched. Then finally the fleeting touch of soft skin against yours, a tongue tasting you, and then it's gone again. Only to reappear lower down... hands caressing your back, softly, but surely. Those hands know where they want to go, but for now they decently remain on your back, shoulders, in your hair, tugging it so your throat is exposed. Teeth graze your skin. You feel as though you're sinking into an abyss. If you were standing, your knees would buckle.

Hi honey. How are you today? I tried calling you last night at about ten to midnight (your time) but you must have still been out.

I'll always remember the first day he joined our department. Popping back from the ladies, there HE sat,holding court whilst all around him listened eagerly.