Don’t Drop Anchor Here (Part II)

"Will Ronnie overcome her nerves to seduce her hunky young neighbour?"

It’s the summer of 1970 and our story continues. The war in Vietnam is enflamed and spreading into Cambodia. Young men across America are being drafted, including our Rob. June 1970 SoCal Suburbia America We last left the sexually and...

Beautifully naked, On bended knee,My every breathe,All that I am and will be.Desire mounting deep within,Wanting to please,To serve, to love and honor,For he has captured my heart.My heart, mind and body,Screaming for him,Wanting Master to guide,Allowing me to serve.My...

There's something beautiful, About the way you look tonight, The sparkle in your eye, And the way that you walk, There's something wonderful, Your happiness radiates outwards, Like the sun, On the break of a new morning. There's something confident,...

Stirred

"My first and only attempt at erotic poetry. I wrote it for a love that could not be."

You have stirred something inside me A feeling I almost forgot It is an urge I try to handle But control it I can not It's a need to hold your body And press it firmly onto mine  A need...

I've never forgotten the way you touch, so precise that I felt as if my breath could live in the delicate hue of your skin, in the seconds stolen from towering moments. I've always understood them in smaller pieces, the...

My Vows

"These are my vows to you, my dear."

I know that I will always love youthere has never been a doubt. Without you, I felt as if a piece of my soul were missing. I could never doubt the way my heart beats and my skin flushes whenever...

The Searing Hot Rush

"Which love is worth risking?"

The searing hot rushof our first touch burns,branding us hypocrites. The defiant wings of arrogance caress our feeble hearts. Our stolen weakness;soft kisses upon moist, dewy skinbecome lustful agony. I will meet you for ourdeceitful desecration. Blistering heatborn of the...

Dark Journey

"love can be illusion, or a sweet intoxication"

Chaos consumes us - eats away our sin,With love and passion comes the severest pain,The type where someone is always going to get hurt.The tide is going to pull you inPush you close to drowning,And fling you to the edge...

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...