Your scent draws me home.I have untold storiesdripping from my tongue,it used to be too tied,ineloquently tangled.Fingertips circle skin,writing invisible notes,passed back and forth,translating the tingles that course through our every deepest fibre.It's not enough for us,there is more to...
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The flesh will remember all,record the slightest tingle that became an electrical storm dancing across your exposed skin.Every swell in the breeze hinting at what may come,just make me wait,no matter how I beg.Some memories strike softly, tease like vague,...
We may only have this,our joined, raw immediacy,a touch to convince us we'll keep the dark at bay.Wicks flicker to their end,the room is swept in blackand instead of being storieswaiting to finally meet,our bodies will confess everything.And when I...
Liquid heat drips now,glazes me in your sheen,lustrous flesh pulsatingwhere all things begin anew.But this was our feverous onset,the anticipatory apex fuming,not one yet but somethingnever to be separate again.I can taste it now with a questing tongue,bliss brimming from...
This isn't the first timeI've been so enraptured with you,have craved to just be devoured within the storm of your hunger.You and I are dangerouslyfamiliar to one another.The taking is soft at first,a palm grazing below the navel,that smooth plane...
To gracefully touch upon the entire spectrum of love, the blinding light beneath quickening breath and words...You have to own my entire heart.Your colors flicker with change,body a dusky shadow splashed with warm candlelight, I'll say more tonight in the...
This is the lethal bloom where I have not lost you yetBut I cannot have you.Where I can tend to the unfinished list that will come to hurt too much to acknowledge.You never got to fall in love with my...
You wanted me to write something for you that could cut deep and soothe all at once, but you know that I don't everbelieve in ever penning half measures. I don't want to write about butterflies or go on about...
Like the petals of a red roseIn its folds of silk, with some harshness,I love to breathe the depth of your desireWhen your wild flower, offered to my delight,Gently releases its aroma.Spreading the corolla petals glowingIt becomes the cup to...
I am not a BBC (BIG BLACK COCK).I am a human being.I have feelings.I have emotions.I laugh.I cry.I am not to be at your disposalBecause you want a piece.I will not show you proofOf what they say about Black guys.No...