"What lies in wait within a dark confine to spring to new life?"
Nature stirs as snows doeth melt,All kissed awake by suns' warmth -- felt,What swells unseen, in dark-held berth,To mimic well, this warming earth,A favored bud might yield to coax,This promised rise that we have spoke,What hints in seasons fresh anew,Might...
"Freely offering each other ardent pleasures."
Within my hand I hold the key,That ye might find to unlock thee, To hold such swell, then open wide,To slip well deep, within you slide,This hard and wide that I provide,For pleasure thine, this slick divine. Thus deeply thrust, again a...
"Let my hands show you my ways."
A more bilateral approach becomes imperative, especially after your own warm, soft, and now quite wet hand slips under my robe to join my own knowledgeable digits along my pulsing length, with a mingling of our slickness reasoned by nature...
"How might your new addition be put to best use?"
She watches his silhouette through steamy glass, taking his enticing measure, as he manipulates warm suds against his undulatory locomotion, his torso's repetitive wavy gestures mesmerizing. His forward, then backward undulations give away his masculine needs. She aches to touch,...
"How plump this bud for thee."
What bud for thee might I produce,Vermilion satin, ultra smooth,That you might hold what's introduced,Then place in vase, your favorite used.What filling fruit on rising stem,Might I induce for stratagem,To ease your ready appetite,This plumped appeal within your sight.How veined the...
"Oh sir have your way with me."
What might ye uncover,Most likely discover,Oh might ye unveil for thee, Ye peel off what covers,The this and the others,Reveal what ye most want from he, Each layer with care,Don't hastily tear,Use a delicate touch as you free, Improving the viewing,It's clear what...
"What harvests await those taking shelter in the groves?"
You’re a sight for sore eyes I believe she said,It had been a while (she was reading my head),Indeed it has I replied, face redMy heart pounding fiercely, (I pictured her bed). I missed you completely she cooed so demure,She scanned...
"Ode to Shangri La and the heavenly escapes that once fed my soul and Muse."
I travel to thee to set me free,My passions do arise,Your ecstasies I do believe,They are my favorite prize. In tenderness I give my bliss,While tears they may arise,For loneliness is best expressedWith openness and sighs. In muted glow we seek to...
"His youthful zeal became her squeal."
Swept within, you guide with skill,Delicate fingers promise the thrill,Me innocent, younger, and so naive,Enfolded within, wet warm reprieve. You coax, instruct, “go slow the pace,”While hearts contrary rampant pace,Defy young need for all in haste,Your older calm instructs in tastes. My...
"A bold snowmans frigid rise to glory is his cold story."
In slumber grew oh Frosty grand,All sturdy frozen, best in land,Each dream anew this gent would stand,Then fade from view, his sleep renewed,Awaiting rebirth at master’s hand.All playful he, a freeze to keep,In nature’s grip with ease he’ll slip,The deep...