It hasn't been long.Not long. Since we met.That fire in my loins is back. She brings it out in me.You know how it is,When you meet the special one. The fire. Soft, demure, exquisite. Fire. In my loins and hers.It...
erotic poem.
We play a secret game.Dangerous, illicit, addictive. With each meeting we grow closer. So wrong.Hidden in the shadows,Dark, immoral, seductive.Kisses melting hearts,Melding bodies touching, Sensing the heat of the unknown known.We are captives in the game.Meeting furtively, covertly.With guilt.With urgent necessity and...
Sexy,you keep me onan addict’s edge,awaiting your brushstrokes against my thickness. Yesterday you -mounted my mind, and made me scream a scream of freedom familiar only to wide-open windows on mild summer nights, and closed-in lakeside cabins on frozen snow-crusted...
You move me. I will move you, set your body moving,move you. The sultriness exudes from you, from me, moving upward as heat must do. It reflects our excitement,but we feed upon it,absorbing our needs withthe anticipation of acceptanceand eager acquiescence. The...
When I need someone she is there. Always. Always ready for the enjoymentI will give. Always ready for the gratificationShe wishes to give. And once more to give. Once offeredShe is ever mine to taste. She is mine to taste...
Bra is on the Knob
"Thanks to deweyrcbb for the inspiration"
I walk through the door as if I could ask for more Her bra is on the knob as my cock begins to throb Her panties I see strewn as my clothing I do prune The sight of her I...
This can't be wrongit feels so right Just living my lifeday by day And becoming more despondent with each turningof the sun My body yearning for somethingthat men cannot givethough they tryand tryAnd still cannot deliver I yearn Am I...
Visions of the past,when I was whole,when I was myself,the way I wasin the past. The flesh is succulentand moist,and tender to the touch,and the way is soft and sweet,as it was in the past.I have the visionoften,but not often...
I know, it's so good.You're not telling me anything I don't knowFragrant flower of mine. Nothing new. You are my fresh blossomOf bedewed, pure desire. Mine and yours.Yours now and forever.So you say.So I believe, so I will always believe....
Here’s a tale that happens all over the world About a self-described nasty girl. She walks into a room and all eyes are on her. She never leaves a room without making a stir. Her smile only increases their whispered...