"A royal conquest fuels a desire for battlefield survival"
Secreted elixir, Chamberlains’ lust,Primal rhythms pilot his thrust, Masculine Eros, royal driblet,Measured commander, penning couplet. Leaving the fields of the slain uncollected,Gaining on she, this ripe queen unprotected,Scheming for days, his desire effected,She waits in her chamber for love intersected.She...
"An old, frustrated poet, professor wants to feel young again and makes a bargain"
Paul pounded Alisha as hard as he could, her screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” urging him to thrust even harder, knowing he wouldn’t last long, feeling her tightness gripping his piston-like thrusts as he drove into her faster, deeper, each...
"An old frustrated, poet, professor wants to feel young again and makes a bargain."
Many afternoons, Paul Cantor stood at his office window in the English Department and looked down at the campus below, watching the students walking to their classes, some riding bicycles, others romantically holding hands, some sitting on the benches, or...
The garnishes of your kiss,Like soft breath touching my lips,Our fevered brow and hips,Sings stories of long ago. Medallions sparkle your eyes,While lust moans and passion sighs.Our thick and quivering thighs,Doing the Funky Chicken as hearts glow. As Father time...
"A surgeon needs love to make up for death of patient."
I have had a bad day at work. A child died because of me. I couldn't save him. I left the operating theater with my head in my hands. One drunk driver and now I had the thankless task of...
"This poem is a song, written to the woman I love."
Oh, my soul, my heart’s troll. You’re so nasty, You’re so dread, You’ve got me Drowning in devil’s sin. You’re a strumpet in my bed, You’re an itch that won’t scratch. You’re my Delilah, You’re Eve with an apple. Oh,...
"Toying with innocence in autumnal mist...seeking pleasure..."
On All Hallows night, The fairy queen, Walks in the silence, Of the moonlit dock. Her coat of leaves, As red as night, Swirling, swirling, Her bare feet Gliding the oaken boards. Remember, The beauty of July, Her blonde hair, Hanging...
"A prospective buyer views my parent's house and we end up having sex on their kitchen table."
It’s fascinating how something as simple as a family snapshot can suddenly bring back vivid memories of an event that makes your heart skip a beat. In my case it was a photograph of me standing next to my car...
