"A poem that starts with someone lonely watching sex videos and ends up the same but with a partner."
I sit here thinking - naughty thoughtsOf women and the pictures I've soughtScantily clad and erotically posedI wonder whether they know, what they've causedAnd then there's the videos I've downloaded tonightThe things they do just cannot be rightBut I look nevertheless,...
"Prologue: He is her slave...or is he?"
So here we are, you, kneeling - pathetically - on the floor as if doing homage to the goddess that sits above you: me, in my leather and lace, and you, completely naked. I'll bet all your friends see you...
"Isobelle's lustful imaginings finally end in a reality much hotter than her daydreams"
At last, Isobelle sits in the expensive silence of Ezra’s car. Her freshly shaven thighs peep out from the short hem of her favourite dress. On her body the fabric pools like liquid.“We’ll go to my place”Ezra glances at her....
