The flame of her eternal needBurns brightlyStoked by my desireBlatant heatForced deep into her furnaceMuscle ripplingAs I thrust my shovelFeeding her heatWatching it buildWatching it eruptPleasure descendingMolten liquid pouringHer glowing radianceFed by loveFed by passionPreparing to be further stokedJoy extendingFurnace...
Love Poems
The why seems so ephemeral to meIt is the feelings that solidly punch Loves labour's been lostBecause unfriended was clicked We could fly you and IIn oddly interesting waysI've crashed out of your journeyBecause unfriended was clicked You liked me to go, powerfullyAt times I followed, admiringlyOthers...
Now I can come,To visit at your fountain.Wash from my hands, The stains of my past dealings,Take from my mindThe stress of secret vices.Let me swim Within the waters of your flow. From this place I knowHealing waters flowCum, wash my every pain away. Life,...
Blindfolded
"I walk through all of this ..."
My eyes were wide openWhen I came to youSo that I could see the beautyOf your gentle kind soulI wasn't blindfolded eitherSo I couldn't see your imperfectionsThat is how much I love youTo trust you to take care of meTo...
Revised 11/18. Originally posted 2010 under BigRod. That moment…As I slowly undress you.Watching you.My fingers brushing against your bare skin.That moment…When I slide your panties down your legs.You are finally.. completely.. naked for me.When my eyes fill me with the lust...
My soul stills, No waves of emotions. The waters are smooth, Without ripples. There’s a softness, Yet sadness as well.The moon casts his shadow, Across the surface. Light breaking through, Still no movement.Just calmness.Will I drift into oblivion? Or feel the beating of my soul, Coming back, As the shore calls...
My nib was dipped inside her ink wellThen love was written across her page.Her well of ink, My constant source of fresh resources.The contours of her pageBecame the canvassFor my words My words of love My words of life Our words of shared passion Touching the...
I hear her like a whisperthrough the falling rain,her name is the storm,the scream inside everycrack of deafening thunder.And I got cold steel in my hand,a list of names carved to the bone,and my baby still speaks to mebefore the...