Daily Dose of Eros - Candles

Candles make everything special.
When you cook dinner together, dim the lights, light candles and include a bottle of wine.
When you go into the bedroom, light the room with candles and don't turn on the TV.
If you're mucking about alone on the net, do it by candlelight.
Have a deep luxuriant bath with candles.
Buy a book of horror stories, a bottle of wine, and some enormous candles. Read one story to each other, or if you are really brave, read the stories alone.
Watch an old Hollywood movie, like Casablanca by candlelight.
Fill the house with candles for absolutely no reason, and play sultry music. 
Drip wax on your lover.
masturbate with a candle a-la-Debbie-Does-Dallas.
Take a lover or a friend candle shopping, then go and buy produce at the market, then go home, cook and eat by candle light.
Sit outside with large out door candles on.
Don't wait for a blackout to use candles instead of electricity.
Create a ritual by carving something you want into a candle then light it in a small ceremony.
Give your current lover a massage to candle light.
Buy a candle making kit and make your own candles.

Daily Dose of Eros - Fresh Sheets

The true erotic lies in the smallest and most simple of pleasures.
Fine, fresh, sun kissed sheets, of high grade linen, crisp, pure, fecund, hungry, blessed, clean and asking for filth.
When I climb into a freshly made bed naked, clean sheets, smooth, one beneath my flesh the other pulled tight across the top, I have an overwhelming desire to spread my legs, to feel the lips of my sex part in its own secret smile.
I love to pull my legs wide, bring them back, pull them wide, bring them back.
Inhale that scent.
Roll around in the hope the clean freshness will permeate me, when I know my humanity will eventually taint it.
Sometimes, if the sheets are still warm from the sun, I can feel the imprint of the expanse of the universe in them. Stretched tight across my bed with a housewife's perfection, they feel endless and enormous, not close and confining.
I receive every feeling like a Jewel on my fingers, I catch every sensation without chatter, knowing this moment can't be described and won't last.
My heart overflows with a moment of pure joy.
I am queen of my realm and the servant with a peacock feather fan at the same time.