I travel with a ghost in my pocket, I have a part of her in my heart locket. I try to shy away, When times are tough. But, I have a ghost in my pocket... It's hard to fall in...
Love Poems
When love is shared,It is a gift not easily given.To show yourself blindly,To the one you love is always a journey.My body is yours...My eyes are captured...Are you sure you love me?What makes intimacy real?Is it the instant connection,When you...
I wonder if this goes byin a blinding flash for you,the tranquil sleep grippingyour warm still body now.How you rest here almost motionless, legs seamlessly braided with mine, chest rhythmically rising and falling like some beautiful engine I don't understand......
Gypsy girl, Flirting with danger. Shy man, needing touch... Midnight moon, pussy wet, Clenching for a cock to ride... You, bulging so much That I can see your veins pulsing for my desire, My fuckjuice. It took one look Fucking...
He was like my God last night, Praising his cock, like it was meant to be worshiped. Bouncing up and down as I rocked and rocked Hissing orgasmically like a devil snake. His rod felt it was gonna split me...
To freefall To choke on your rivers To touch darkness To scream and be drowned out. To struggle against chains... To lash out, To whimper, To be broken... To feel defeated. To no longer be desperate for escape... To love...
Sweet Suzanne
"Every good man should have a lover like this."
Music on my fingertips,Her perfume on my tongue,There are so many verses,Waiting to be sung.She brings sunshine in a bottle,Everywhere she goes,The Beatles - Aristotle,A Dandelion - A Rose.Eric Clapton - Leonard Cohen,She's Layla and Suzanne,She brings me tea and...
Craving for you,You mouth watering,So sinful thing.Yearning to taste youIn my mouthAgain and again.So many days wanting,Seeing you everywhere.My mind goes ballistic.The pleasure of exploring,Aching every minute.Needing to have you.Lusting thoughts of you,Just to have youFor a quick taste.Greedily looking...
On the way to Springfield,to see a Harvest Fair,On my motorcycle,Wind blowing through our hair.Together like a spoon,Silk arms around my waist,Gliding on the wind,that stings my hands and face.It's early in the morning,The sun's about to rise,Mockingbirds are singing,Winging...
There is something so elegiac,so darkly beautiful in the approach,elegant strings hovering softly,rippling through the still night air.I hear endless messages in the dissonance.I think of snowfall caught in your hair,moonlight glistening in silken strands,eyes aglow with some forlorn memorythat...