"Whispers of love and passion"
Whispers in the dark, Avow precious love, Embraced by devotion. Candlelight casts shadows, Bewitched by want and need. Yearning sated by impact. Possessed by desire, Lips dancing lustfully, Passion’s flame afire. Soft flickering light. Entwined idols coalesce. Candle burns slowly. Smouldering,...
Your body tells a new story whenever I near you, sometimes your kiss is a brief, beautiful sonnet, carefully chosen words to pull me in, lips chasing one syllable after the next as our silhouettes dissolve, and coalesce into a...
Having naughty delicious fun On the last summer night Just you and me, my Lover Let's fuck with all our might. Gazing into your eyes As I caress you there Feeling your cock thicken Is about all I can bare....
"A man sees his favorite neighbor give in"
I was sneaking around late at night outside, biding my time to come to your window. I've been doing this long enough around here to know when people sleep, know who's awake at night, and have a select few favorites...
"A very fun poem to write."
I often like to use it, Or let another see. But why then does it harden? Sometimes simply just to pee? There are many other reasons, That he likes it in my hand. He stays active in all seasons But...
If your body is a constellation, I'm following every star, clinging to the sky's cold faithful gravity every night while I gaze and chart what makes you, any form you embody. Any metaphor shaped around you, all the arts you...
"Lovers always have secrets..."
You are my secret My sweetest secret Your warm breath on my face, Before… The first slight touch... The first rush of heat... Soft lips, dancing, exciting. The taste of new passion, Warm, tingling and euphoric... Melting into another plane...
"We all have one"
We have hours before stars darken and the sun breathes fire across the vast above and when I look at the sky's canvas each night and I wonder how those luminous bodies burn with such intensity and look so still...
"Our bodies speak their own languages"
We turn the lights off to find a way out of ourselves, becoming small feathers caught in the midst of the other's storms, passengers navigating the longings our bodies have learned to transmit as wordless signals. Cues and signs that...
