Your wildfire eyes, Your burning desire, Everything I see through them, Your want, Your need, Your lust. Your wildfire eyes, Hold your dreams and your nightmares, The bad fuelling you as much as the good, Your pride, Your power, Your...
love
When the night falls and the darkness tries to tell us that nothing but spirits and wolves travel,you and I can know so much better,we can keep it to ourselves in our ownsafe corner of the earth.Each kiss can be...
My heart criesand a dove fliesand carries love where you are.My heart burnsas the tide turnsand washes love on your shore.My heart breaksand my soul achesfor you should never feel pain.***I stole a smile, once,one of a million ones,out of...
Beware, Beware, the Lover’s Snare
"Sonnet #7: In alternating pentameter and tetrameter, and Spencerian rhyme"
Drenched in desire, lovely the hours Flit away, exquisitely sped. An umbral, knightly presence looms – towers Like memory, over the bed. Emblazoned with eros, swallowing dread, Warm hands scurry beneath a skirt. Words of lust bloom brightly as they...
As the holidays come to a close, Your mood has now changed. There're no more highs and lows,We're not acting estranged. The hello's and calls have started,The 'how was your day?' is now asked.My heart is now unhardening,It's no longer...
Sometimes, Love is hard to come by. It falls short of where we expect it to land, Or overshoots it completely. Sometimes, Things run smoothly at first, But then swerve and skid, And then plummet into the depths below. Our...
The gift. It was finally given. It was finally obtained, or was it? It was finally earned, or was it? I know not, what the gift means. The gift, does it change things? The gift, of love, of gratitude, of...
I was distraught when you first left me, I cried myself to sleep. I couldn't tell which way was I was going, As I headed off through a burning desert sun. I found I was never sleeping, No matter how...
Slow Burning Fire
"A writer spends Christmas Eve in a secluded cabin during a blizzard."
Soaked! Nothing could be more disappointing than crawling into bed and laying in an icy wet spot. I jump out and pull the heavy brown quilt down to discover the cause of the wetness. I don't drink in my bed,...
All I have are my words to send across the great divide. Let them wrap around you when you’re lying in your bed,hungry for my touch. They will whisper in your ear as you reach for yourself, hard and swollen...