"Desire finds its object..."
And I saw you there, standing,your hair framing your face,your body, lines and angles,your mouth set in pursuitof naked sheer pleasure.And I saw your eyesshining with reckless desire, defying the world we knew.The garden held us tight,our story is hidden there,under scented...
"Night can be the loneliest time"
Waking at three in the morning, my eyesDamp for some reason, I lie silent in the darkListening for the familiar fall and riseOf your soft breathing; but only the starkEmptiness of absence surrounds my frailVacuum. My heartbeat throbs like your...
"Loving session ended, time for reflection"
If I could take this moment now,And put it in my pocket.To cherish once more should love escapeHow might I then review it?Could I catch again that sky above,As ‘bible black and starless’ as Dylan’s ever was,Creating the deep, deep,...
"The dark conceals many things"
I wait in darkness. Lights off. Shades drawn. Deep darkness. I need the darkness to do what I am about to do. I need my fix.My lust grows in the dark; it's outed by blackness. I wish to feed it....
Beams of lazy light sink into poolsas amber droplets cascade and puddle,shimmering on the rain-streaked asphalt,chasing away the nightone street-light at a time.The rustling branches of overhanging treeslike secretive whispers in the darknessbow and sway in the evening breeze,their leaves...
"A woman's sexual experience in darkness"
On my back, waiting in darkness,Wrists and ankles locked in leather cuffs,Arms and legs spread wide.Faint footfalls, my limbs drawn tight.Unseen fingers runningLightly over my body,Sublime kisses bestowedIn delicate locales, just enough to arouse.Grazes generating electric thrills,My heat building, my...
"She is the Bonnie to his Clyde"
‘You’re the Bonnie to my Clyde.’You once told me thatwhen you had nothing to hide. I remember how it feltThe first time you pulled my hairYour horny expletives filling the air. Words so raw and meanturning my mind into plasticine.My thoughts all...
Deafening screams Rend complete stillness.Darkness echoes,The void her sole witness. The cell door’s shut tight,The key hidden away.She cries and she pleads,But no one hears, to her dismay. Alone. Bereft and discarded. Forgotten. But she still remembers, Still feels and recalls,What it felt...
"Listening to other people having sex is such a turn-on, don’t you think?"
It was well after midnight, and I was in bed with the lights out when I heard the click of the door latch, followed by some muffled rustling and whispers.“Are you sure it’s okay, Amy?” said a male voice. “What...
Why do waves make people love? Rushing always to the shore. How can no one hate a dove, or Solomon’s romantic lore. Horses, hearts and Hemingway always leave a trickling tear. Sunsets, stars, the newborn day, will vanquish every ounce...
