"Sometimes loving is different"
Sometimes you reach out and touch my lips with your fingertipsAnd I know what you wantYou want it soft and gentleAnd caringThe loving you can always get from meTaking all the time in the worldTo slowly take off the impediments of lifeThe things that get in...
"Party on. Life is good."
The night is getting late but it's been fun. Jennie and I are still enjoying ourselves. She comes back from a dance with a dude. He kisses her and then finishes his drink. "Bye ladies. Gotta work tomorrow. I hate working weekends. It's been fun tonight." Nice guy. He's paid for...
"My compliments, my lady"
Sipping a cool soda on a hot summer dayReaching out to touch her left handPaying her a left handed complimentWith grace she pays it backMy beautyMy proud beautyTouching with the left hand of lovePerfectionHolding handsMy right hand in her left handPerfectly right for...
"A romance in blank verse"
The day is done and we are still yet oneThe sun sets soon and roams its way to dawnWhen we may once more feel our love renewedEnraptured by the passions we've both sharedTo watch the setting sun with arms entwinedIs...
"Pleasing yourself, one stroke after another"
The time has come to end the dayWith jerking off and hand held play.When lacking needed lovers sweet,It's time to jack your own hard meat.So go ahead and pull him out,He's yours to use without a doubt.To make the most of this...
"I put him through graduate school. Now what?"
The stacks are not unfamiliar to me. I don't come here every day, but I've been to Wayne's study carrel many times over the years, and I often help him find obscure volumes while he works on his final degree. Not all scholastic works are...
"My first terza rima, expressed with simple love"
It's just a chance we live, we die in France.It could be anywhere that love may thriveBut this is where we did our lovers dance.Our lustful joys will flourish, still survive,A lovers touch caresses, filled with fun,And shares a fervor vibrant, so alive.In light still bright, we see our poem's done,And share a pledge that we will make tonight,True...
"Hiraeth: nostalgia tinged with sadness over loss and a yearning for a place that may never have been"
Nostalgia yearns for places never found,We search in hope, with joy, and trusting sighs;Hiraeth is ours, both souls are homeward bound.The hollow echoes with a birdlike sound,A song is heard, it crests and gently dies;Nostalgia yearns for places never found.We found...
"For Alan, whose passions were the word, the image, and the song."
To the bone, flayed through fleshand torn awayfrom the tendons and ligamentsof a tortured body.Moans of regret,mourning sensitivity,singular lossbefore the dawningof renewed passion.You have felt it beforeand wish for it no more;no more with the suffering, rejected and escaping,and waiting patientlyfor your destiny, writ...
"The gentle art of touching"
Shall I fold you in my armsTake you in my lap once moreFeel the warmness as we cuddleAnd your breath upon my skinShall I tickle as you giggleHold you close to me once moreFeel your soft lips as you kiss me And your bottom as your squirmShall I lift your satin...