"Craving the touch of his hand...."
Too much time has passed since we lasted touched.The feel of you is such a complete and physical rush.I look upon the full moon above my head,and remember your body next to me in our bed. The way my skin...
"An unfulfilled wife finds a different passion on line with a stranger"
He was just another stranger An online dalliance She didn't think he'd be Much different She'd seen it all before But his words spoke deeply To her mind and heart Caressing her like no other With tender whispers in her...
I still know your step, Gentle sound of bare feet, And rustle of sand under your feet, When the foaming waves, Accepted in silent embrace, Make garlands around legs, As the chains of my fate... I still know your smell,...
"Exploring hidden desires.."
I came here to Lushland, a naive child. Searching for a whisper that might satisfy the unknown hunger in me. On bended knee I thought I might find my release. A moment of perfect peace was my desire. A need...
All I wanted was you To hold and love To make you mine And now I have nothingness To hold me at night It is the only thing that loves me I know that all I want Is the darkness...
"The pleasure of submitting to my lover, my owner, my Master"
I walk the fine line between pain and pleasure, Being owned by you is something I treasure. You have me bound and chained to the bed, Your insatiable lust needs to be fed. Spanking me hard, my ass now on...
Fire burning, my skin is flushed My skin is burning for finger's brush Across my thighs, across my breastsMy heart is melting in my chest Need, desire burn my flesh As I await your sweet caress My lips are wet,...
"My first love poem, about that moment which is of a sudden burst of passion."
I whisper kisses harsh and warm That land like delicate petals Aching to break free from confinement As they softly uncover scented skin I dance my tongue against the barest neck As cold and pure as winters feet Waiting for...
"Ira, Cole and Noël are dead; Julie London too. So I wrote this song instead and sing it just for you"
The gallery was free, yet full Of endless dull Depictions with no wonder thundering In my heart or head. I stood instead And gazed within: why must my ordinary life Forever imitate art? * There! Amongst the moulded marble Art,...
