Am I Not Still Yours
"I have missed my Master..."
You care not You want not Why do you still have this hold? I have knelt naked at your feet With my back straight And my belly on the floor. I have been bent over the bed With you wielding...
"I have missed my Master..."
You care not You want not Why do you still have this hold? I have knelt naked at your feet With my back straight And my belly on the floor. I have been bent over the bed With you wielding...
"Another poem, expressing what I am too scared to say out loud..."
You are incredible,My feelings irrepressible.These poems are proof,My feelings suspended aloof.Floating through space,And in this case,To the sun,They run.The brightest star,So close, yet far.Just like you,If only you knew.But I'm a coward,My body devoured,Burned by fear,Off track I steer.Down the...
"This is kind of deep, and a little depressing,"
Part of this was inspired by a girl I like here on lush, and the other part by a guy who is in the army, who I care a lot about and worry about everyday. I would become very depressed...
"A storm can make you hungry"
I sit here in a rutSnug and dry as a boneOr a blueberry sconeJust as edible too, butIt’s storming, and I’m quite all alone.There’s something in the beatOf gray afternoon rain,That pulsation on the pane:It hammers out wet heatDeep in...
"For my boyfriend..."
When I saw your face There was nothing to compare To the feelings you inspired. When I was with you I always felt beautiful No matter the time of day. But now I feel the distance And the draft. No...
"Alone and loving myself"
What am I anticipating?A knocking at my door.Chance for some prevaricating:I'm naked on the floor.Random bits of scintillatingChit-chat from above:Floating hyperventilatingMoans of making love.The stranger coming to my gateWill knock and pass on by;I will not move nor soon nor lateTill...
"Izetta has her man but will he ask more than she can give?"
Izetta's eyes close in near-bliss. His hand sweeps across her lovely, caramel-toned, rounded hip and continues on towards its target. With a little thrill she notices just how closely Alphonse is watching her response. How she loves an attentive lover...