Maybe I should hold back if mystery makes you want more, before you mistake this intensity for an animal far too dark. Maybe I should hold back if this push and pull makes you crave more, but you may assume my shyness is some missing link in...
erotic
When before me
"Something short for whispering quietly into receptive ears"
When before me your thighs apartThe pink folds split and glistening startsFor between the curves of your feminine hipsThe wanton welcome of your warm secret sitsOut from before me my passion swellsThe embodiment of my desire it tellsTense and taught...
A lament for Kathleen
"I died a little when I realized she really had gone... but if only these walls could talk."
The sun barely rose on that day I let go. I had, in my misery, banished myself from anything that reminded me of you. Gone out to the old field for solitude. A small house between two tufts of trees...
I had always wanted to just say, "Fuck it!"; to pack a small bag, leave, and walk aimlessly down the side of the road in the hot sun, its powerful rays beating mercilessly against my back, or alternatively in the...
I want to speak of passionand all of its untold edges, the barely tangible ones that touch like a summer mist,the ones that spring forth to take us in a furious storm.But to speak in such a waywhere all sings of intimacy and the...
Oh! Those hot and wild nightsPicking gently at our foodSecond guessing those sexy thoughts...That play games inside our minds.Inviting you backAt the end of the nightThe offer of coffee, and perhaps a chat...Or unfinished business, with a smile.All kinds of...
I love your sex
"A tribute to my favourite author"
I love your sex – the way you write,You always set my laptop alight Leaving me breathless every timeYour words are hot, whether prose or rhyme Intense feelings in every line,You always send tingles right down my spine Sexy scenes in all your...
The Beauty of Us
"This is not taboo, kink, or any other "practice". This is us."
This is beautiful to me.Not that I’m blackAnd you’re not.But that our skin mixesMeldsStrains against one anotherBefore meltingInto a river of orgasmic eruptionsThat blinds us to all that wasAll that isAnd all that ever will be. We are beautiful to meNot...
What edge of you am I not aware of by now? I want you to show mehow to travel much deeper, no inked sentiments shouting to the entire world of our story. We crashed in a more beautiful way, quietly unfolded in the privateintricacies of...
Storm Filled
"No storm can be contained"
"What do you want me to wear?" Her text message reads."High heels and that silver heart necklace," I shoot back. Quickly I send another message, "And nothing else." If I had been in the mood I might have let a smirk...