In my quiet times, you fill my mindWith pleasures untold and the magic of goldClosing my eyes, I trace your formAs if I’m reading braille, no part unassailedLips and fingers dance, swirl and caressYour quivers leading, my fingers romanceMy body...
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, it was quiet, all through the house apart from the whimpering of a soundly spanked girl.Santa was visiting his naughty girl list. It was to be a long night of pleasure, and his red leather...
Will you let my handsPry back your gates,Or my tongue unravelYour inner being?Why do youFear my passion,Or my lustfor your mind?Why should I notBe filled with desireFor your mind,heart and body?For you are beautyYou, my soul's delightAre the answerTo my...
Pulling you in closewhispering in your earI’m breathing zenfullyYou shudder in fearSnapping on your collarYou become wholly mineDrinking in your eyesYour taste is like wineWho would have thoughtthat in moments of peaceWhen I feel your pert petalsAnd your heartbeat increaseWhen...
It was her pink dyed hair that I noticed first, then her smile. Then I saw a glimpse of another life, the mark of an over-tightened collar. When she stood from the hot tub, confirmation came, by the crisscrossed marks...
A sharp intakeOf breathWhen she looses all senseAs my dark notesSting upon her fleshEach imprint inflamesThe throbbing acheThat sings my nameOnly my touchCan bringTidal waves of releaseHer body is shackledTo my wordsAnd she will neverBe free
She was quiet - some may carelessly say, she was a wall flower - yet he saw something, a glance, a want, a passion and a need.She took his hand and followed him home.He was rampant and turgid. Quivering, he...
I paint my wordsWithin your fertile mind,Speaking my thoughts.Your body divine,I write my lust,On your aching skin.I paint colours,Run passion within,Tethered by stars.Dip my frayed brushIn your palettebrush strokes deepYour climax trembled for Me
Dreams don’t lastnor does the nightjust stay with meand help me writemy calligraphy is poorfor I’m no artistyet my word is truththey’re words I harvestmy words on your skinwill leave their scenttill our flesh dissolves,sated and spentthe moon will moanthe...