Thursday, May 12, 2016

Jennifer Sage writes

Return to the Shores of Longing

Sandy kisses, melting flesh upon the breaking waves,
A growl so low that it sets fire to my soul, letting go of sensibility with sensual ease beneath a touch so craved...
Lost in the hourglass of time standing still, even as forceful intentions played against my lips,
Body clenching against my will, moans carried on the wind for miles.

Tongues dancing, before lancing around my collarbone with a needing sigh into the tumbling shore,
Sand in places no sand should be, contentedly aroused with the wisps of curly hair curling around my fingertips...
Black and white shadows scatter on cheeks meant to be nuzzled and adored,
Fevered and taken into an abyss of sensations, not let down easily from the clouds.

A perfect day, that first day,
Then the night faded to black before too quickly the dawn arrives...
Makers Mark still heady and sweet on my lips, hips undulating in response to the memory,
A stifled groan as liquid sex falls down my thighs, a tear down my cheek, in unison for the battle that wars within.

Eyes like liquid chocolate burn into my own, even as the groan turns completely raw and understated,
An elegant fight for composure as it is stripped away, little by little until there is nothing left...
No passersby, no world, no sounds...
Except the sweet licking of your lips and scraping of your teeth, the world all but disappears into the cold winds and heated skin.

Even in the silence there is a gentle coaxing of soft touches and silken sounds,
The kneading of skin beneath an Alpha’s touch, steady, firm, warm...
Of course I would ask for more; denied that, would cause such dissent in the fragrant recesses of my soul,
Giving so much takes tolls no longer afforded....not when stripped so bare, aware only of the proximity of your skin to my mouth.

I search the empty shore no more for returns that shall not come to pass, but see the sunlight in the horizon anew;
For remaining days no longer outnumber a girl's memories; in their place a woman’s breast and heartbeats in the chest, beating rapidly to obtain memories in their stead...
No longer shall I wait for maybes that never come, for glimmers of understanding when none can be known....
Life is too short, for all of that.



  1. Warm are the still and lucky miles,
    White shores of longing stretch away,
    A light of recognition fills
    The whole great day, and bright
    The tiny world of lovers' arms.

    Silence invades the breathing wood
    Where drowsy limbs a treasure keep,
    Now greenly falls the learned shade
    Across the sleeping brows
    And stirs their secret to a smile.

    Restored! Returned! The lost are borne
    On seas of shipwreck home at last:
    See! In a fire of praising burns
    The dry dumb past, and we
    Our life-day long shall part no more.

    ― W. H. Auden

  2. Maker's Mark is a small-batch bourbon whiskey distilled near Loretto, Kentucky, by Beam Suntory. In 1953 T. William Samuels, Sr., purchased "Burks' Distillery" (built by George R. Burks in 1889). During the planning phase, he developed seven candidate mash bills for the new bourbon, made a loaf of bread from each recipe, and decided the one without rye tasted the best, so Maker's Malt adds red winter wheat and malted barley to the corn.
    His wife, Marjorie, gave the whiskey its name, drew its label, and thought up the red wax seal dipping that gives the bottle its distinctive look. It was introduced to the market in 1959. Production was overseen by the founder's son Bill Samuels, Jr., until 2011, when he announced his retirement as president and CEO, succeeded by his son Rob Samuels. The whiskey is aged for around six years, being bottled and marketed when the company's tasters agree that it is ready. Maker's Mark is one of the few distillers to rotate the barrels from the upper to the lower levels of the aging warehouses in order to even out the differences in temperature during the process. (The upper floors are exposed to the greatest temperature variations during the year, so rotating the barrels helps ensure that the bourbon in all the barrels have the same quality and taste.) In the 1960s and 1970s, it was marketed under the slogan, "It tastes expensive ... and is." The brand was sold to Hiram Walker & Sons in 1981, which was acquired by Allied-Domecq in 1987, which eventually sold the brand ark to Fortune Brands in Deerfield, Illinois, in 2005 when Allied-Domecq was bought by Pernod Ricard. In 2011 Fortune Brands split, and its beverage business became Beam Inc. In January 2014 Beam Inc was bought by Suntory Holdings, creating the third largest distilled spirits maker in the world.


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