"Some cravings can't be ignored..."
The gym is quiet. Late enough that most people have gone, early enough that the cleaners haven’t started their rounds. I like it this way: space to move without bumping elbows, space to breathe without someone watching.Outside, the last stretch...
"The babysitter's half my age and the wife is out of town"
My wife was going to a conference in Denver for six days, so she paid the girl next door to watch our two kids during the day, while I was at work. This was back in the ’90s, when jeans...
She was chaste, celibacy her claim to fameShe felt that gravity had pulled on her form, that age had eroded her vanity. She presented her vanilla essence as something almost unclean and not wanted.But, when I caress the beautiful, Madagascan...
There’s a hunger within,A ravenous, raging hunger,It’s not for food,It’s not even for water.It is more urgent and powerful than both. It is for your mind,Your creative space. That space from which your lusts are born. It is for your heart,Which leads me...
My face is covered in her, yet I still crave more. I pluck the last strawberry from the bowl, twirl it between my fingers and watch her body come down from the latest climax. She lays sprawled on the kitchen table, legs...
"For the lady of my dreams"
Primal Scream How can I not paint a picture Of how you looked In the time you proclaimed Your primal scream The look on your face As the scream reverberated your frame And swept up from your core Is etched in my mind Like bass relief, the power The primordial sound Still...
"She'll lay your soul to waste."
She's pure platinum pleasure, she's a sure head of steam, a honest-to-goodness chest of treasure, why, she's every young man's dream.She's topped off full of passion, bound to make you groan, she's in, chic, all the fashion, her love is just for loan. Oh...
"Holding mysef erect while her ghostly effect becomes my mirage."
She comes and goes like some vaporous waves,Some shimmering ghostly apparitions, Undulating on the horizon,Lilting in and out of my life's journey.Is she real or just some blurry banshee mirage,Kissing my senses for but a moment in time,Here then gone,...
"You are a lyrical jewel that reawakens my soul."
I come to you hungry for the view of your lines,Thirsting for every spring-ripening-scent of you.I come with a yearning for your perfection, your Awe,Awakened in your presence, I am vibrant, vigorous.Your ample succulent swales entrance me.I am you, here,...
"What she is..."
Every year, around mid-spring, My alter ego comes to play, An eagerness and a hunger settles in, Satisfaction becomes hard to find, Endless roaming starts, As she searches for her release, Every site she spits, every rock she turns, Looking...
