"From the heart, pure Love but from the depths, pure Lust."
No words, signs or glances, nor sharp intakes of breath.No fanfares, fireworks, or gymnastics displays, yet my time had come. My hands needed no bonds, my flesh no wounds, only my meek and tearful acceptance.But my soul knew, my heart...
"Poem about the precious moments after making love"
My leg draped over your thighMy hand rests on your chestShallow breathsAs quickened hearts’ rhythmsReturn to a normal cadenceI’m in awe of your essenceYour fingertips trace my canvasIntrinsic,You’ve left an indelible imprint deep withinThere are times, I can’t tell where...
What is it about you,That makes my heart flutter.My body doth stirTo the beat of your tune.And with every note you play,And every rest you take,It feeds my hunger, 'til my dying day.In you I see Beauty, and the Beast.The...
