"Fourteen stations and a frenzied fuck"
Dozing on an empty night-time tube,Late-night, post-party, tipsy:Jerked awakeAs train pulls out of Russell Square;And there he is:Sat opposite me; man of all my dreams. Blue eyes, short hair, chinFlecked with darkish stubble,Tight T-shirt wrapping tighter body. Fuck,I want him; want...
"Something short for whispering quietly into receptive ears"
When before me your thighs apartThe pink folds split and glistening startsFor between the curves of your feminine hipsThe wanton welcome of your warm secret sitsOut from before me my passion swellsThe embodiment of my desire it tellsTense and taught...
"Shackled by ropes of fate"
How could I have realizedOn that day of surpriseWith illicit kisses stolenAnd sexuality shreddedThat I was surrounded by walls that have eyesSnared by irresistible baitAnd shackled by ropes of fateTumbling into an unknown abyssOf frenetic and wild abandonSexual compass, anything...
Criss-crossed and knotted, cutting and cut, the binding ropeHolds me, folds me, remolds me to a creature of chainsAnd locks. A creature of silent craving, biting my gag.I’m never so much myself, as when you fasten the collar.My Sade. My...
"Jerking off to the sweet memory of a sensual blowjob."
The memory of you seeps into my memoryAs I sit here with my hand wrapped around my cockHardened by the notion of you touching itStroking myself off as I close my eyes and dream of youYour succulent lips offering sweet...
Let me be your Juliet, standing proud upon the balconyGolden hair a crown of fire as it’s kissed by the sunDistracting you, the sweetness of your adoration forgottenAs you gaze heavenwards, lust burning in your loinsYou came to woo me...
I work my way through the crowd,eyes locked on yoursneeding to get to you.Too many people,too much uncertainty,I can’t do this right now.One more step and I’m there,your face is all I see.I can relax now, standing here with you.As close...
A dark adventure This is an experimentThis pair are loversOne is a bit hesitantA blindfold is wornHearing is her only senseSo much to be learnedHer body is tenseHe kisses her skinUses his tongue softlyShe wears a grinThis game is naughtyHe...
"For Alan, whose passions were the word, the image, and the song."
To the bone, flayed through fleshand torn awayfrom the tendons and ligamentsof a tortured body.Moans of regret,mourning sensitivity,singular lossbefore the dawningof renewed passion.You have felt it beforeand wish for it no more;no more with the suffering, rejected and escaping,and waiting patientlyfor your destiny, writ...
"A bit of rhyming fun inspired by the "Passion" poetry comp, if not in the same league as those poets"
“P” is for “pounding” – your pussy can take it; let’s face it, it happens every time that we’re naked!“A” is for “anal” – don’t pout dear, it’s fun; now please stay still whilst I KY your bum!“S” is for “sucking” –...
