Don't talk to me of love, my dear, But talk of lust and quickening breath. Whisper it now into my ear, How demands unmet will be the death of you, your need like sharpened claws, Your coiling greed scarce now...

Elemental

"Thank you to my dear friend Echelon for this idea"

I became fire to find you,to spread heat over every crevice,every deep fold of the earth.This burning feels endless and barely contained,a premonition of the ashes that may come,of knowing that men may not be able to wield power over...

It fans the flames throughout me even more to know the possibilities are infinite, we are absolutely malleable this way :as an idea, a pure construct, entities that sweep over one another. So let my words take you, syllables racing...

Stolen glances, panty flashes Trouser bulges, sweet indulgence. Lips on lips, hips to hips Hands on asses, empty wine glasses. Shirts ripped, jeans unzipped Hands roaming; panting, moaning. On your knees, you aim to please Sucking his cock, hard as...

The Last Flight Chapter 10

"Who upsets Karen?"

After Françoise left, I lay back and relaxed thinking about the past, the future, everything. Having such an in depth conversation with Jemima had made me realise how uncertain life is. “Hey Kiddo!” I almost jumped out of my skin...

There's a lens to all the love you may hold inside,hearts tapping against skin with their primal Morse codes, it's a message that can't be stopped or hurried along, the translation is even more simple than we think. The rhythm...

There is always a push and pull between us, the gravitational shifts caused by desire, the flinching triggered through our needs, I understand the cycle as well as you do. Love was once a chain to you, a final link...

Flesh to flesh, the collision of two oceans. A migration of bodies. Every mark on you is a constellation to me, a celestial glow near fingertips that can turn me into vaporWhen your heat twines around me. A contrast of...

You've known me for so long through words, unearthing fractions of a person with letters that gently peel away. Do not forget the other side we edge, the raw physicality bloomingbetween our silences that eclipsethe difference within intention and instinct....