Touch meI begLooking deep into your eyesShudderingI feelYour fingers brush my thighsSighsSoft moansBiting my bottom lipShakingCompletelyAs your fingers dip DancingUpon meBegging, I imploreTouch meDeeper nowLet this love exploreOur depthsAnd shallowsBring me to the brinkKiss meOnce moreAnd I'll no longer think
poem
There is no premeditation to you,no myth to be carved into stone.I'll feel you everywhere I go.It's like your name is carried onthrough an early December wind,spelled out through scattered leaves,the invisible hearth continuous,flaring and refusing to acknowledge the cold.It's...
You move with a grace I could never possess,the hem of a skirt caught in a faint breeze,bare legs revealed as the wind rosein its almost silent seasonal symphony.And as where my heart is fitful,drawing restless thunder, yours is the...
I don’t mean to cause alarm
"Thought I'd try a poem for a change"
I don't mean to cause alarm But I'm hard as fuck, and Ready to blow at the sight of Half-mast cotton panties, pussy Peekaboo beneath tight skirt Stretched sheer across bent-over Buttocks on unmade bed sheets, You lie, waiting, expectant,...
Close enough to fold youdeep into my waiting arms,hold you inside aching lungs,you're becoming proof that I don't need eyes to see.There's a sight beneath all sense,a signal traveling in every pulse.And I fold with you like a note,body a...
Dripping sweet like chocolate chipsslowly melting on a hot cookie,dab one fingertip, then another,gooey ambrosia to be licked clean.The chips are just the start,a prelude to salivating hunger,I'm after the heated center,the core holding it all together.I've licked peaches before...
There are only flashes left,my lips nearing yoursbut never quite touching,so close that only a potent electricity thrummed between us.The unfinished kiss as the moon splashed silver across your mysterious frame,as wind carried raw perfume to my lungs,if things had...
Beautifully Broken, Perfectly Imperfect
""They make you fear your imperfections, but in fact, they are the diamonds of your being"."
Love me, not for beauty,love me, for my deformity. When I'm...Blanketed by darkness, traversing sorrow's cavernous depths -a transmission of once healing light now punctured, weeping silence.Love me, could you still?Love me,through self-loathing, imprisoned by vulnerability and despair. With your adoration, extinguish disparaging belief.Love me, when...