Sometime you will need more from methan what words may promise, you need me to be even closer and remind you why my nameis the only one on your sealed lips. I read the pitch and pulse, stop handing me...
poem
Slow lovin' like warm honey rolling and falling from the combonto your fevered bare body,taking the time to taste, lick from lip to lip.The air is thick around us,humid breezes and firefliestake over the summer sunset,dusk glows and sears us...
The touch is soft right now,as some loving caresses must be,the familiar length of a bodyfragmented between worlds,cradled and warm in the dark.I think this is when you are the most beautiful,never entirely still,motionless would befar too much to bear.You...
I want to know when you were last truly moved by something,when the earth shook beneath your feet,when you were nothing more than a world helplessly trembling.Your sky burning pure fury and need,awakened by lips that matched a heart's endless...
As you hold my hand Walking along the beach Leaving footprints in the sand Finding our way As the sun starts to set Stopping as we look toward the horizon Hand and hand Leaning in to steal a kiss As...
If mystery is the greatest aphrodisiac,some vague ecstacy that loomssomewhere in the distance,then you are still intravenous to me.Flowing through my veins unseen for now,your image perched on a horizon,on mountains capped with a winterI've come to long for more...
So calm and still at first,as if you knew my eyes would take time to drink you in,the thick curls spilling around you,silken to the very root.The tease of a shoulder,the tease of toned legs,somehow even more revealingthan your form...
They trail along My bones and valleys, Decorating my skin With shivers. They spread across My arching spine, A sultry threat To my poise. Their delicate forces Dictate my limbs And my Gasped pleas, As they crush me Closer to...
My mind withers At your touch,As the corners of my mind Collapse in pulses Of darkness and red. I’m crushed into oblivion By my skin And yours Entangled in a symphony Of whispers Until there is no boundary Between you...
While you are the collection,the narrative stays here,always close to our skin,no one gets to know the rest of the story, loverOf how every cell in my bodysang like a fevered secretthat I'll always carry with me,you could never know...