Angels Come Down
"We're falling into place . . ."
You can start without meYou can finish tooI can come laterI can start you over again If I need you toI like to lick itI like to watchI like to think About it, how it happensHow I’ll go downOr how...
Love Poems
Morning Kiss
"A Kiss that heals the Soul mending the Heart"
Once I thought the Sun never again would shine upon my skin. Those warm rays that made me thrive with steady beat. For my days were dark, so cold and sad. No smiles adored my lips. The Moon would cradle...
How perfect you are when so displayed How perfect you are when so displayed Dull leather capturing that soft flesh An innocent, helpless, panting maid That aching need prettily conveyed Demanding the next awful caress. Is this not a rare...
Dear God….
"A note to God in search of Love!"
Dear God, is it too much to ask for companionship in this lifeAs I walk this path of loneliness you dealt for me, as you watch from aboveSomeone to hold my hand, to kiss my lips, to smile and assure...
The Rocking Chair
"My Master rocks!"
The Rocking Chair You sit in your rocking chair Smoking a cigar As you watch me From afar Rocking and swayingEyes full of desireState your wishAnd all that you require I sit on the bedAwaiting your commandMy body trembles with...
Can you feel that? When I look into your eyes Can you feel that? When I’m up in the skies Can you feel that? Over the seas Can you feel that? Where I want to be Can you feel that?...
If there was a woman more elegant, I must have blinked and missed her. My body never felt her warming breath.My lips had never kissed her. If there was a mind more curious, A need to learn each day, I...
Tarnished Key
"There is only one Key for each Lock"
Walking on the sandy beach, she stepped on something That with a sharp sting pierced her golden brown skin. Bending over a bit too far, she fell upon hands and knees. Looking around she was relieved that only the seagulls...
A Philosopher’s Love Song
"A philosopher rejects reason for passion"
I cannot hear the sound of falling leaves, nor can I see the wind that lifts these tid-bits from the ground; and never have I touched a sunbeam with my hand, nor looked at sweetness like a clipping on a...