"The question is: Are You Ready?"
I want to tell you, Tell you about a woman’s love, Because the world does not know enough. There are few words sufficient in nature With meanings that can cover the depth Of what she gives When she chooses To...
"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...
"a slave serving and craving his Mistress, passion, love desire..."
The Offering “(Later) You will be naked And on your knees," she purrs, Her red nails trace, My suit lapel. “It shouldn’t have to be this way, But it’s fun to watch you grovel.” The swishing crop through the burning...
"A poem of love and passion."
The labyrinth of the heart is full of hopes and dreams, entrapments and schemes, and dances to a blues harmony. The heart bleeds and scars, it writes the novel of life of defeats and victories, and sings an ode to the soul....
"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...
"When your husband isn't present, but a stranger is..."
Marrying Matt was the best thing I could ever do! The wedding was a grand affair, everything was white. The champagne bubbled in the crystal glasses, while the cake was a tower of thirteen layers. The frosting was butter crème,...
"A young brunette needs satisfaction."
“Hey tall dark and handsome,” I see her hazel eyes flare wide. My rugged visage seems to inspire, Carnal needs she cannot hide. The trim young brunette beauty, Flicks ands twists her hair - a flirt. But her eyes tell...
What is it that draws me to you?Is it your smile orPerhaps your clever wit?Is it the touch of your hand orThe feel of your skin?Is it the smell of your hair orThe curve of you hip?What is it that...
"Lovers communicating"
She speaks to me In ways that only she can understand She comforts me Whispering to me and patiently holding my hand She feeds me Nourishing me with the vitality of her sex Consumed by her Never knowing what might...
"the moments overwhelm me"
cold mornings try to chill my heart to slow. coffee brews as light peers through a foggy window. I press my body against the glass and am suddenly a moth beating against the screen door on hot summer nights. the...
