My doorbell is for my friends, not for strangers. It's a friendly way to get invited inside. My doorbell can be quietly stroked, or touched in a way that sets off all my alarms. To get to my doorbell requires...
lust
A woman named Sin
"A thriller story about love - hatred - money - lust, story about a woman named Sin..."
A man was walking on the street, his one hand, fingers tightly clenched around the handle of a black suitcase that has a million dollars’ worth of uncut diamonds and the other busy with the phone.“Yes, I have the diamonds…...
Sincerely, For the First Time
"A reunion with an old crush who is off-limits."
I was shaken awake by the flight attendant, informing me we were going to land soon. The guy sitting next to me frowned deep into his paperback, doing his best to pretend I didn't exist. I wondered if I had...
What I want Is to be Under your piercing gaze As I stand here, Naked, Just for you. I want to feel Your touch, The scorching hot And rough, Yet softness of your Hands On my hips As you pull...
Passion’s Tempest
"Lustful thoughts..."
You've left my mind in a daze, you've captured my lustful gaze. There's so much I want to know, nothing I don't want to show. Want to find all the places, that make you hot and breathless. To trace the...
Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes
"A surprise meeting in a hilltop cafe brings lust and love to a sailor and whore."
Three months after leaving New York as a galley boy on a Norwegian freighter and stopping at many ports in Egypt, Yemen, Iraq, and Iran, peeling sixty pounds of potatoes every morning washing pots and pans, scrubbing the galley floor...
Amy may, Amy might Spread her legs for me tonight And push my head between her thighs To lick and suck until she sighs And moans and groans and then says "Stop. Move up here and get on top. And...
Early Morning Love
"Between darkness and light, you enter me."
I don't know when the daysBecame so long,And yet not long enough.When evening comesDarkness falls.Now,I face youAnd you face me,Still with a desire so strongThat the air hums between us.It used to scream.But now it only whispers,With the accumulationOf responsibilities.We...