"Laying in bed thinking about her again eh?"
So, who is that girl who fills your mind when no one is around?You know the one I’m speaking of, she is in your head right now.The one who makes your body ache in the middle of the night?Let’s take...
Sadness sweeps,hurt slowly creepseverything begins to crumble.To prevent demise,smiles: clever disguise,a saviour from the stumble.On sorrow's brink,this flood could sink it all, what was revered.Secrets have marredthat reality: now tarred,instead overthrown by fear.The silence scars,through verbal spars,please, disengage all pretences.More...
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
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...
"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...
