"The bitter conflict of love, loss, betrayal, and love fought for."
I have been laid open,Exposed for all to see The scar tissue of my heartThat forms your name.For only you could penetrateMy impregnable defense,And rip from my soulThe burning forever flame.Your wiles, your smiles,Your lustful kisses, your whispers That called...
"Sex, so luscious and sane should'nt be shunt by no religion"
A word, a touch, electricity Mental image, physical reflectionA thought, a memory, toxicityPassion play, gentle direction A lust, a love, deep consumeHormonal release, endorphines rushSexual tension, pheromone perfumeThought of touch, pussies gush A kiss, a breath, rising ecstacyHands exploring, increasing...
"jen is unaware of her brother james's growing lust for her........"
I walked home from school, clutching my books tightly in my hands. The wind was whipping against me hard, strands of hair falling past my face and my skirt was lifting up showing a brief expanse of skin. I flattened...
Lust Eruption of sexual heat Love Bonds two hearts entwined Fear Kept truth inside Guilt Building till I burst Truth Cutting like a knife Shattering The heart I love Burst Into a million parts Sorrow Turned own heart lone Frantically...
Aria 1: Rejoice Scarred spirits convergeBurning whirlpool of molten lustAffecting, a comforting surgeMound on mound, feels so just Scars heal, lets love emergeMental orgasms blow away rustTenderness and rejoice to the vergeLeaping, lifting and flying we must Swirling and twirling...
Stares hooked across the room Uneasy touching, exploring, pushing Backing up, Amaranth in bloom Confidence rises, juices gushing Sexual explosion, revel in heat Lust rushing through bodies burning Increasing passion play, Amaranth so sweet Two minds, as one, loving, yearning...
Jake sat on a bench outside the larger of his town's two malls, watching a video on Youtube called "The Top Five Goombas." Jake was short for a man, barely reaching 5'7". His skin was white, with a slight red...
Longing burried young Sexually schizophrenic, untouchedBody bend, body flungSilky thread, tightly clutched Desires drowning in despairSurfacing from time to timeTo be pulled back under without airHands up, they climb A muffled crack of thunderGrasping hands searchingFinding, holding, pulling, will I...
"The story continues as they move to the tub"
The Little Purple Dress ... Continued “When will you get tired of making love to me?” you asked. With a big smile I answered, “Probably when you start wearing granny panties and a flannel nightgown to bed.” You smiled back...
