Moonlight on your skinreminds me of the coast,a Santa Monica winter where I grew up,the ocean sprawled Into those eyes edged with sunset flecks,that coastal shimmerghostly and beautiful.You took the stars, made them your eyeswhen the sun fled,I wonder if...
poem
It's different for you,wanted just as you are,believed just as you are,but would never once let me be set in stone.You'd rather examine from a place of cold calculation,cutting into the angles you thought went unexamined,even when such surgical perceptionbecame...
You know exactly what I mean, that sweet slow slide, the most intimate breachof human contact and need. Skin to skin as we were meant to be. We've given our hearts, we've given our minds, there's still more to discover...
Your presence quelled what seemed to be an unstoppable storm last night, it's one of the many things you should know that I haven't thanked you enough for. I don't know where to even begin other than to tell you...
I never cried for you. You knew me the best, the ache that always flared when I slept the wrong way, your soft hands would find it, body draped and spooned to mine as a living thermal blanket. You'd quietly...
I can feel it, we cycle through endless power shifts. Like tectonic plates deep below the skin, commanding our bones, your tremors are slow at first. They are a warning, a silent parting that invites me inside, tilts our frail...
Twisted Pleasure
"Ballerina does the splits, enjoys the attention"
Arthur's girl was as pretty as a pearl She would spin and twirlLeave his mind in a whirl In their bed, it was saidWith her legs widespreadTo the edges of the bedShe'd corkscrew him off his head
You want me to tell you everything,I won't speak of some memories,it should be more than enoughthat I sensed another world in you,accents of another atmosphere.If you think I'm only predatoryor merely a misguided romantic,you don't know the first thing...
Inseparable as a candelabra and wax,we reshape ourselves with each blaze,our insides simmer as we fumble to meet, to find the place where a touch told entire stories. Each question your flesh asked, the pressure of my tongue repliedto the...
You don't know whatyou do to me. Your tongue was like warm rain caressing the earth's unique shape, I've always been waitingfor such a storm. Silk threads brush my facewhen you lean in, any quiet space aching is brought to...