It goes deeper than the words exchanged that singe our senses,the ones that begin with a teaseand gradually sink into places no others own the coordinates to.Deeper than the sting I groan fromwhen your nails drag down my back,soothed by...

Spooned to warm curves,close enough to breathe you in.my being folded with yours,it's only natural to ache for more.I can inhale this pheromone emanating from your soft skin,the delicate precision in just how a neck curves,the subtle sweet flavorlips savor...

I do not need to command you,the words never leave lipsto map the way you glideyour hot tongue alongmy quivering length.Darkness senses darkness, after all,and words need not shape us here,the tactics of rendering you still,as if I can only...

The need is telegraphed throughthe electricity in your eyes,the constellations and rainbows readyto implode in the most brilliant burst.The need is unraveled in the smallest moments.Curious lips brushacross a smooth neckline,a taste of showered skinwhile slowly inhaling you.Fingertips play a...

Big Cat Love

"Lusty Poetry"

I approach you with a cat-like look and feline sinuosity, Muscle by muscle, paw by paw, with animal curiosity, I intend to devour you (and your hot, enticing, flesh) There is sexual heat within my loins and passion ‘pon my...

Impatient heat flees from glistening parted lips, lingers as a soft whimper hangs in fragrant still air, you surge suddenly now for intrusion, to end this deliberately slow dance of ours.Lustrous nectar drizzles before fingers even explore, silken walls now...

We embrace unseen tonight,shadows that refuse to know this hunger without piercing,without being stretched from within.Do not mention the voices nearby or the way your muffled gasp may travel through the cool air,graze an ear like warm dewy mist.My own...

Being Watched

"Based on a true experience that happened to me, hope you like it."

I was fresh out of high school at the ripe age of eighteen, working as a telemarketer and starting college in the spring. My parents had given me some money to help me get on my feet so I moved...

Your voice races over me, eyes seal shut as you become more than skin, a narrow, pure universe, all possessive chords. The initial timbre can easily melt, liquify and reshape meinto smooth limbs lain still, movement tuned to only you....