The eternal love poem - from a wild man and his trans wife. All persons are over 16. This is fictional but the events are inspired by the stories but not connected to them. From him I love it when you danceNipples...
poem
I hear her like a whisperthrough the falling rain,her name is the storm,the scream inside everycrack of deafening thunder.And I got cold steel in my hand,a list of names carved to the bone,and my baby still speaks to mebefore the...
The night is dark silk and sharp diamondsThat you can dress inAnd shadows have fingers and tonguesDarting from the cornersBetween your folds The grass is an altar, the wind is a thiefThat steals your voiceAnd renders you mute so that you...
I burn with urgent need to tease and please.All yours to claim, submissive naked heat,I'm filled, engulfing pussy slick with easeAs throbbing hardness pumps your banging beat.We writhe as one, together coiled in lust,Like serpents sleekly winding toward the edge.Unhurried...
Sometimes I'll know her facebetter than my own.The gleam in her eyes against streetlamps,starlight striking her dark wavy hairlike the oceans I speed by at nightalready telling me the lifetime of wantsswimming and screaming through the blood.And even though we...
The night would soon falland it could be the last timemy hands roam your body.It always begins without words,the chilly wind through your hair,fleeting sunlight through those silk spindles,a nearly still frame of concentrated fireburning in separate beautiful strands.A murmur...
I want to describe the place,where you think I amafter we've made love and our beings are spent.Your fingertips slowly roam across my bare chest insuch a gentle way that contraststhe way you raked before.And the afterburn is little morethan nerves torched...
We're burning beneath neon light and her body is featherweight bliss racing to dance and glide against my own,nothing left to hold these measured fevers back.And I'm remembering the day I gave her my heart at the bridge,told her what I can't tell...
If only I could map it out just once,I'm certain you would finally know.Because I can tilt your chin and name every light in the skywhen the night falls and we're leftwith nothing but glows that are the equivalent of temporarilyethereal ghostly...
The sweet and salt of another,although already evaporated from bare skin,still remains a ghost of DNA between us,and I wonder if you can still feel it.Some difference between the fires,if you still burn where lips explored before or if you still...