It would be easy for you, a salacious story to hint through clues and whispers, a knowing wink becomes the code between two. I'd be the inscrutable thief, a mark still sizzling upon my skin that cannot be clothed or...
poem
You couldn't be farther from what I know, maybe it was in the way you move, stirring heat through the night's cold mist, it was so much more to me than a bright flashagainst the dark backdrop we lost our...
Beautifully naked, On bended knee,My every breathe,All that I am and will be.Desire mounting deep within,Wanting to please,To serve, to love and honor,For he has captured my heart.My heart, mind and body,Screaming for him,Wanting Master to guide,Allowing me to serve.My...
I've never forgotten the way you touch, so precise that I felt as if my breath could live in the delicate hue of your skin, in the seconds stolen from towering moments. I've always understood them in smaller pieces, the...
Flesh to flesh, the collision of two oceans. A migration of bodies. Every mark on you is a constellation to me, a celestial glow near fingertips that can turn me into vaporWhen your heat twines around me. A contrast of...
You've known me for so long through words, unearthing fractions of a person with letters that gently peel away. Do not forget the other side we edge, the raw physicality bloomingbetween our silences that eclipsethe difference within intention and instinct....
There are times when I need to be exempt from your careful touch, from the axis tilting whatever blooms in your heart. Because what you whispered last night was a contract,inked into where no other can reach, I pulled away...
The Story of Us
"Sometimes the greatest story is ours."
Night so thick I cannot see what is right in front of me. You have given me chance upon chance to make it right, and yet I cannot. I cannot love you as you need to be loved, cannot give...
You pulled me away earlier, no words to guide us, only the quick cues of one body leading another into the darkand carefully locking the door. The warmth of your hands cupping my facealmost casts glows throughout the room,through what...
I should already knowwhat will haunt me the most. The tangle of hands clenching, scrunching sheets, lips shaking upon my neck before teeth part skin. It's the silence later, an uneasy afterglow that used to hold usso safe and still. Smoke curling towards the ceiling while...