"What makes good sex great? A mix of love and lust and animalistic passion..."
Your Hand Lingers…In the quiet of the night, you waken me with your touchYour very presence in my bed arouses me so muchYou tease and twist my nipple with your fingersThen your hand lingers…As my body starts to move, you...
"A bit more romantic..."
Equal in NatureIn the quiet hours of night you hold her,Each of you needing an escape from the day.Your reasons may be different, but equal in nature.You need each other.In the incandescent light you gaze at herEach of you wanting...
"Another one to share..."
ContagiousThere’s a hint of a smile on your faceas our eyes make that first connection. The smile grows until it reaches your eyes,Contagious…for as soon as I see it, my own expression mirrors yours while my heart dances.Our eyes stay...
"Time to share this with more than just the forum..."
I Lie Waiting for You I lie waiting for youmy body trembling in excitement and anticipationmy scent fills the air my soft silky limbs spread open wide for youmy heart racesmy bare sex glistening in want and need of youmy...
After nearly two years of admiration from afar, it seemed inevitable that they would finally get together. The thought of touching and holding each other had made them hunger for that ecstasy, that oneness that can only be felt...
"Does love have a meaning?"
If ever love has sought a meaning,the simple case for love is this:your brown eyes in the half-light grinningas, stirred from sleep, we bend to kiss.Drowsily we drift together and, seeking sense in love’s commands,write our truths upon each otherin...
"A short poem I wrote in my youth. i thought it wouldn't hurt to share it with the world"
He Touches me, and makes me scream, I always beg for more. We can do it on our bed, Or on the kitchen floor. My polished nails dig in his back, We stare with lustful eyes. Locked away in an...
"It had not created a warmer emotion"
What though while the wonders of nature exploring, I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend; Nor listen to accents, that almost adoring, Bless Cynthia’s face, the enthusiast’s friend: Yet over the steep, whence the mountain stream rushes, ...
Ode To The Broken Hearted Submissivei glance about with wondering eyes saddened and shaken i raise my gaze up to the skies seeking beyond the clouds what lies i ponder my worth to nobody there from the moment of birth...
The SearchIn the meadow I wait For The One to find A twist of fate To control my mind So, here I sit, ponder And wait to see I begin to wonder If You’ll chose me i’ll no longer pursue...
