"Beauty is not always in the eyes of the beheld, but that makes them no less beautiful."
She does not understandhow beautiful she is to me. She does not see herthe way I see her. The mirror shows heronly age and flaws,Her focus drawn to visions of self consciousness. She is not flawless in my eyes;She is not a...
"To, Tony, the one who taught me to see the world differently."
They say that the mirror never lies. In the mirror I saw every imperfection.But is the world's truth really withinthe mirror's unforgiving reflection?Or does beauty lie in the eyes of the beholder?I grew to hate my body's imperfections.In the reflection...
"My gift on Valentine's Day to the one I love"
Planted all those years ago, Nurtured with care and toil, It was brought from afar To grow in our mother soilUpon the 14th of the second month, A prayer was said each year The first shoots emerging then Enriched by...
"Sometimes it takes losing someone to know what you really had"
Bright eyesthey flicker and burnbefore they fade and dim I try to hold on never wanting to say goodbyehow can someone who was so alive and freebe gone todayI'll love you forever like the morning sunYou are forever etched on...
"Homage to a Dominatrix in Sonnet form..my work for Her.."
My Lady’s hair is red and gold, Curled like smoke in autumn air. I crave to do all I am told, And write for her when she’s not there.Her image in my heart and mind, Create for now my chosen...
"She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and I wanted her so very badly."
Gazing towards the sky and inevitable darkness, the sun finally goes down. I am now alone and pondering on the day that now draws to a close. Was I perhaps dreaming or was it for real? Will I see her...
"Gina enters my life. The first of a series of a kinky, sexy tale"
And so it began; a journey into a life so strange that I still look back and wonder whether it was all just a crazy dream. Had it ever really happened? Had she ever really existed? Still, all these months...
"True words spoken from the heart"
With every flake of snow that falls, My heart cries out for you. For every bright star that twinkles so, I have more love to show. If I could make a purple rose, I'd name if after you.And plant it in...
"Two stray strands catch his eye."
Camila sat knees primly together on the setteePerfectly poised, perfectly gorgeousPerfectly fragile, perfectly sereneHer bust swelling perfect as could be. Having their own playful funTwo brunette strands had escapedThe twisted pinned disciplineOf the young beauty’s tightly woven bun.Camila’s slender neck,...
The bond between the Artist and the Muse, Cannot be understood by an external being. The things that pass between the two, Changed into words, paint or music. The Artist knows the Muse better, Than the world really knows. Yet...
