Does it become too difficult to withstand?This throbbing pang below begging to be soothedby a careful tonguethat speaks in mysteries,in forgotten incantations.Like a knot that screams to beuntied by knowing fingersthat answered the onequestion whispered...Do we get what we deserve? And...
erotic
You draw the most exquisite linesso patiently upon my skin,these invisible traces ensurethat your name is always there.And the more I stay here,this signature becomesall that I want to know.Our need begins to awaken throughout every vein,every capillary screaming,the flame unseen,...
You said my eyes were the night,an inky dark you could safely swim in,yours are akin to the silver moon,the everlasting radiant night drawing near.Before you even touch,all I sense is the tension,a palpable electric essence,the proximity is sweetly torturous,but...
Your kiss never once strayed from these lips, I still taste that night. The moonlit glade we met in, spring air laced in thick dew,the only other taste more heavenly is the sweetness soon to be licked. Your breath becomes a muted gasp,mine groaned in a...
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...
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...