Member: lostinlines

When before me

"Something short for whispering quietly into receptive ears"

When before me your thighs apartThe pink folds split and glistening startsFor between the curves of your feminine hipsThe wanton welcome of your warm secret sitsOut from before me my passion swellsThe embodiment of my desire it tellsTense and taught...

A lament for Kathleen

"I died a little when I realized she really had gone... but if only these walls could talk."

The sun barely rose on that day I let go. I had, in my misery, banished myself from anything that reminded me of you. Gone out to the old field for solitude. A small house between two tufts of trees...