Lusting breathless,A darker shade, dishonestly worn well.Innuendos deafening the silence,In my quarters pen pushing erotic dreams.Elbow deep in inked archives from these weary mind’s bag of bones,Whispered voices from the lost dark chastity.Flickering candle flames highlight up and downs,These naughty,...

Fingertips tracing the curve of my thighIt takes nothing more than thatFor me to imagine what your hands can doTo make me want to sin with you That look you give from across the roomThe one I tell you looks like...