"Lovers meet in Morning Glory"
"Good Morning," I whisper, stretching and rolling under the warm covers. You quickly discard your unwanted clothing before jumping in beside me.Although you've been out in the cold morning air, your body cocoons me in its warmth. I'm awakened fully...
"From playful banter to whispered confessions, their journey from friendship to love is a sexy dance of discovery and longing."
"Good morning, and welcome to The Book Worm," I said as the door chimed. "I'll be right with you." "But I need help right now," a familiar voice insists. Swiveling around, I spot April standing at the door, also known as my...
"how to make her sing"
She is thehushed soft melodybetween thelines of my heartSilhouettes movingin a cadenceThe symphony ofour minds in syncHeart strokesgently pluckedFeeling the tendernessof my stringspounding at thepercussion of her coreKilling her softlyin midnight sighswrapped in love~Whispering my fantasiesshadows submergepushing throughmy gentleman guiseto...
"there are times that she just wants"
She offered me her handThen whispered“Follow my curvesto your destinationRace along my valleysto find your releaseTravel within my moansto find your passion.Be cautious thoughfor my eyesmay wreckyour self-control.~I felt her energy increasingI still rememberher riding meShe was straddled thereon top...
In a bedroom draped with beads of desire,Two souls meet, their hearts on fire.No constraints, no rules to bind,Just passion and love intertwine.Beads hang low, whispering secrets unspoken,As bodies entwined, evoking emotions unbroken.Caresses gentle, igniting dormant flames,In this realm of...
"Just a fun poem"
In a pink jeep, she rides, through the sunset's glow,A vision of beauty, with hair like the snow.Blonde locks cascading, a waterfall of light,My beautiful Brazilian angel, a breathtaking sight.With a black angel tattoo, wings spread wide,She carries the spirit...
"A short story about time, passion and stolen moments of intimacy."
There was a period when I did not care for or notice the trappings of time. The concept meant little to me as I was unaffected by its passing beyond a typical awareness of when to work and when to...
"splayed by need"
She said“That I am a prismthrough whichthe beauty of her liferefracts”To me, she is my rainbow~An eternity is not enoughfor her to ride my penFor those scriptsthat I pinso deep withinand show each of hervibrant colours~I rejoice whenI see her...
"First part of the honeymoon"
I slowly came around from a weird dream where I was at work, then not at work, then on holiday with Jade. She then disappeared and I was frantically trying to find her. This all slowly faded away as I...
