The sun shall never compare,to the warmth soaking in her skin.His probing eyes gently staring at her,drowning all her fears within.His touch, his sweet smile,telling her everything will be okay;Like it has always been,an eternity ago.His hand perfectly fitting hers,clasping...

This alley cradles my soul in the solace of its darknessTossing my knife, playing with it, with no mark of kindness.My eyes reflect the devil’s own, full of wrath and lies;As soon as I release my grip from this, I...

Beneath the deep lashingwhen a sweet pain bloomsthrough your aching nerves,I wonder if I'm still there. I can still feel you,it's in the blood,in the heart.The sharp intake of breathwhen you cannot utter a name,when you're reduced to whimperand shivering naked...

I can't forget the way you cupped my face in the dark and I did the same to know the sensation. Even in that dark, a barely noticeable tinge of moonlight reached through the curtains to vaguely illuminate your face....

I can taste so much in your skin, the faint sweetness in the dusk wind,the tears you've shed in secret,a memory of soft earth and honeysuckleand your natural mysterious nectar.The fleshy pearl beckoning,already swollen with anticipationjust from the heat of an...

 You are mistaken.I am not your North Star, consistently waiting and redundantly home;stagnantly eking boiled potatoes and salted herring, and all things hearth and home. This latitude points me to terrestrial delights and a container of carnal confections.Plying into my fleshy...

Top Shelf BabyYou’re swagger that slays meBut baby, back down from the top shelf.We’re driving too fast pastthe city lights because you just like to hear me scream.I know the way you need me without the frills of wealth,I don’t...

You wanted the words to haunt you,to give you something to hold on to,but I say it all in secrets,our own codes in the skin becausethe most careful intricacies betweenlovers often remain unseenIn the damp dark long after this course of...

You, Eros.   Left me by the crisp pool, too much sunblock running in rivulets down my back, stomach,Slowly down fat fat double cream thighs.You, too rich for my palette when I like my chili-dog with ketchupYou licked above my upper...

It is not the cry of a cold windor raw light beginning to bloom,reaching to touch your bodywhere the imperceptible hasfound a way to speak through flesh.To speak beyond a hand craving and forever reaching into the ether.It is a sound...