My Words

"Getting caught in a flood of words"

You’ve heard my words; All of them, Flowing from me like wine. Pouring over you In a warm wave of bliss, Soaking you to the marrow. They flow through me More than from me. Flooding emotion In a torrent of...

In the Depth of Her Eyes

"Look into her eyes and see her true beauty"

A once empty heart now feels fullTugged by another soul’s pullCrossing the pass on a wireWarmed by another souls fireLook deep inside of her eyesFind beauty there few ever seeLook and learn from her heartWhat others could not hope to...

Fighting Desire

"Sometimes the passion we feel is hard to admit, even to ourselves."

Looking into passion’s eyes,Looking back so pained.Seeing fire, burning, seething,As she fights, keeping it contained. Ecstasy lies a touch away,All she must do is reach.But she holds on tight to her control,Though her desire affects her speech. Words catch in...

The Secret Cottage

"Thoughts of our upcoming secret time together."

In my mind I depict, waking up, at the secret cottage, where all is quiet, except for a chirping bird, a warm, lazy spring breeze, drifting through the room, crisp sheets for coverings, nothing else was required, legs entwining, as...

King For A Day

"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...

The Bargain with Lucifer Pt. 2

"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...

The Bargain with Lucifer Pt.1

"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...