Love…

"Once bitten, twice shy"

Love…  So powerful it can build miracles, or crush the strongest rock… It is the remedy to anything and everything, and the strongest poison ever. Beautiful and destructive, it is like flying.. Soar like an eagle or crash like a...

You Will Definitely Get laid

"Fucking At A Rock Concert"

You want to dance? What's your style?A slow dance, or RockLet us think for a while.I want this dateTo be divineTo show that I'm yoursAnd you're forever mineBut babyOne thing you cant accuseThe way to my heartInvolves tickets to see...

There are times when I need to be exempt from your careful touch, from the axis tilting whatever blooms in your heart. Because what you whispered last night was a contract,inked into where no other can reach, I pulled away...

The Rose Master’s Tale

"Dominant and submissive training, metaphorically."

I found him in his garden  Toiling, as was said he’d be.This master working, quiet;No sound except for me. “Master, please,” I bade himAs he knelt there looking wise.“Tell me the secret of Roses,  And how one can grow a...

River

"For my friend Daddysweetheart"

Last night I walked alone, long the banks of the Kootenai. Where the moonlight gently dances, upon the waters edge. Within the shimmering of each reflection, I see only images of you. On the cool mountain breeze, I feel the...

The Story of Us

"Sometimes the greatest story is ours."

Night so thick I cannot see what is right in front of me. You have given me chance upon chance to make it right, and yet I cannot. I cannot love you as you need to be loved, cannot give...

Lying still in the darkness I feel your presence. Reaching into the night. Your arms open, longing to embrace me. Sensing your thoughts, I turn to you. Where you’re waiting, in the forefront of my mind. In a vision, you lie next to...

Who Is He?

"This poem is inpired by and dedicated to my Daddy Swag."

She's asking herself Who is he? This writer of words That has captured her heart, And her trust. This writer of words, who has invaded Her every thought. She's asking herself, Who is he? This writer of words that has created a placefor her to safely express Her feelings, her thoughts. She's asking herself Who is he? This writer of words, who has invaded Her sleep, her dreams. She's asking herself Who is he? This writer of words. He is her strength, Her comfort. He is her hope, Her dreams. He is her...

I should already knowwhat will haunt me the most. The tangle of hands clenching, scrunching sheets, lips shaking upon my neck before teeth part skin. It's the silence later, an uneasy afterglow that used to hold usso safe and still. Smoke curling towards the ceiling while...

The greatest part of me came alive in your embrace.I found my footing whilelooking into your eyes.I finally let myself breathe when your deep kissestook my breath away.Together walking hand in handmy fingers effortlessly filledthe spaces between your fingers.I lost...