love

Rope

"So good with his hands . . ."

I love the way you handle ropeSo capable and sureLoop and pull and back and throughTightening some more The blueness of your eyes on mineNever break their gazeAs your hands stroke and knot the knotsYou’ve tied a hundred ways Woven...

A Very Special Night

"A Couple Make Love"

A woman and a man enjoy each other, Tonight is a special night. They're each other's passionate lover,Their tenderness and passion feels right. They look into each other's eyes,And share a passionate kiss.The woman moans and then sighs,Their love is...

The Other Familiar

"One last companion piece, this time for my second Lush poem"

My touch once turned you to stone,folded the intricate universewithin you when longing couldn't keep me here anymore.I still read your pages by candlelight to see if the words revealed more to you,golden glows flicker against inkthat may as well...

Marked Again

"A companion piece to my first poem published on Lush."

I wonder if you still feel me inside,if the winter traced along and marked your being as it did minebecause certain threads still remainThat convinced me our limbs could curl and spiral together,your frame indistinguishable from my own,never to part...

I know

I know you are hurt. That you think you are ice. A thousand walls put up, Soldiers guarding every small cracks, Ready to defend the Enemy of memory, of what use to be, of new, possible love. I know you...

I Am Machine

Do you feel as time goes on that you have have begun to die?Twisted and decayed,Our minds start to go,My conscience dying along with everything else bit by bit.When you dream you can no longer fly,Everything you thought you knew,...

The Treck Back to Love Again

"The survival of those who had their love and trust betrayed"

Return to me my precious one And I’ll return to you in spades. Come with me towards the sun Where neither love nor passion fade. The trip we’ll take through loves lost lives, Include those on lush whose hearts lie...

Avarice

"A two hundred million dollar inheritance and the diabolical plot to murder Mr. Pawpaw, the cat!"

"I hate the bitch!" Jackie snarled under her breath. The bitch was Cherylanne. I meet with her a few times a month. We have a Master/sex slave relationship. Jackie and I meet more frequently; our relationship is a Dom/sub agreement. Jackie has a...