My Christmas Angelcame again todayHer perfect formMy fears allay Her visitsAre beyond my dreamsAs wild and fastAnd flowing streams Wash from my heartThe stench and stainOf other onesWho caused me pain Her ministryWhere she doth dwellMy rod of ironShe maketh swell Her eyes light...

You heard my voiceCalling from the wilderness.It wasn’t your earsThat heard me,Just as it is not your eyesThat see me. Only you knowwhere you heard my call.Only you knowHow I see you,By tracing my fingersOver you My voiceSilky and smoothMy touchBoth teasingAnd electrifying Oh...

As the clock struck twelve,I received her visitation.As the minutes pastGently she put me at ease.I found myself pouring out my heart,My life and my world,Poured out before her.Then with her angelic poiseShe swam through the pool of my life,Bringing...

Deep breath in,Exhale slowly…I sink into your arms, Cheek cushioned on your shoulder.Flesh against flesh, We enfold each otherLike twin candles, both aflame,Melting, merging, becoming one.You cradle my head, your touchSpeaking of care and compassion,The softest kissFills me with joy.Thoughts drift in...

To take?To claim?OrTo give? To take what I desireIn the heat of lust and passionThe moons cycle is endingCreating additional heat To claim what I desireIn the heat of lust and passionMy rampant soul commandingHer need to seek my pleasures In giving of...

Have I known youfor twenty minutesFor two days, orFor twenty years?Perhaps time has stood stillAs we shared our dreamsFor you feel part of meYou have your home within meI feel you as clearlyAs the warmth of the sun on my...

What I Love About You

"Dedicated to Cara"

I love it when you kiss my neckSending shivers down my spineI love it when I taste your lipsThe moment they meet mine I love to look into your eyesThose swirling pools of blueI love the way they draw me inAnd...

To me,  you will always be Fridaybecause you found me on that day.Though not through followed footprints in the sandJust steps across a sawdust floor to where I sat,Sleek as a parrot, in the bar of a Bristol Inn. Taking shelter...

“This”

"Inspired by a favourite writer, Richard Brautigan"

I was trying to describe this to someone. I wanted to compare this feeling to love except I'd never use that word with you and it wasn't.So I said to them, "Remember that Richard Brautigan story where the Kool-Aid Wino makes...