"Where did you go?"
Pathways to new lovers lit by pale moonlight, Whispers of desire echo their hunger in the night. Endless devotion promised comes from deep within, Perpetual affections are journeys we freely begin. Desire burns in endless flames, enraged passion to our...
"A Blues song full of desire ..."
Six silver strings, Thick black fingers with pink nails, pull and hammer them into sound A mournful cry of lonely nothing tearful dreamscape, An eternal cry of the trains, Don’t ya hear me calling pretty baby? In a chord of...
"For James, with love......"
We are both so different in nature however in others very much the sameWhen we are together we can talk for hours and hours yet it still will seem like mere minutes.No matter how long or what we try, Nothing,...
Free falling, Down through the air, Worry is nothing, I live without a care. I know your arms, Will catch me when I fall, Make my landing safe, Your love will hold me. Your sweet cushion, Your gentle embrace, I'm...
Sometimes it only takes the simplefew seconds your eyes hold mine, I know there are messages, trails I built for you.Carving entirely new pathways, travel along each one until reaching the places I've let few hold the keys and links to.Once you arrive there, you're...
"The perfect autumnal walk"
Come with me on my autumn stroll, And see the beauty that I behold; Summer’s love has taken its toll As Autumn’s tale does now unfold. Every colour, each coppery hue, Every tint fills me with wonder; They make me...
"... I will come"
If you lead me onI will come My heart will follow There'll be no sorrow If you lead me on I will come I will look into your soulYou will see the heart you stole If you lead me on I will come...
"nature sometimes overtakes me."
the yard is dark and streets blurry with rain. whispers sing softly as my clothing slips to wet grass. raindrops fall like little kisses on bare skin and an aroused heart. rivulets of warmth lick my skin. your voice speaks...
"Wanted to write something more hopeful than my last few poems"
I've spent years trying to describe you, the moments between us that are able to halt all surrounding clocks. Hours, minutes, seconds, and the smaller fractions within that we should know better than to try clinging to because They pour...
"A battle-weary killer shares a ride with something even more deadly: a desperate woman."
'Have you a cock?' The question that broke the mandatory silence was empty of emotion, as when one asks an automated teller for tens or twenties. My answer was equally flaccid. 'No. I have no need of one.' 'Really? No...
