Come here slut,He calls to me.I run right over,As humbly as can be.I bite my lower lip,As he pulls me in.For a hot steamy kiss,Leaving him with a grin.On your knees,He orders his whore.I am going to fuck you here,Til...
poem
Sexy Hot FunMy towel slips offAnd beads of water dripOff my bodyOnto the floor.You watch meAnd I smile As I beginTo walk over to you.You pat the bedAnd I hop up.Wanting you To touch me all over.We kissSending shivers From...
Howl
"A poem that my friend Echelon gave me the idea for"
Something dark has taken root inside me, traveling with the cold and dancing with brittle fluttering leaves, every window on the street void of light, the glass panes mimic the mysterious lenses I see when our eyes meet,when I search them over and over. Noting...
You've been waiting at the edges of all I know, the vague shape of a face swimmingagainst a dream's haze, an apparition breathing fog onto glass, scrawling names into the condensation. I've heard you for many years now, speaking between the dreamscapes I slip...
Masturbating MadnessI am laying in bed And Thinking of you, My hand slides down And finds the dew. Oh so wet and Hot sticky sweet, I am ready for For a real good treat! My fingers swirl around My pink sexy clit, As I think about fucking you I...
I need to know the stories that your skin can tell, whether I read them one letter at a timeor take entire chapters in at once, the words don't need to be inked on paper. Write along my body all the things you...
I wondered what you were waiting for, lighting a candle and sitting by the same window every night with the curtain slightly drawn open, casting a narrow slant of wavy glows like ghosts shimmering along your face. Our names never exchanged, we've always been strangers, but...
A flow between fingertips searching for your spine,that first sensation of skin meeting and you knowing the sparks within me that want to charge through you,a potent energy beyond electricity and fire.It's the current rushing beneath our clothes and swimming...
My Dream, My Love
"For My King..."
My dreams tell a story of devotion, our unyielding passion,That blossoms every minute of everyday.And with each day that passes us by,We cultivate a stronger, deeper bond of love. My dream, my love... My heart burns with desire, a need so strongThat...
The falling rain is just a whisper to me, storms swelling from worlds away,scattering the earth's patterns below, wind climbing through windows and walls. A soft lullaby caressing your ears with a cool touch. There's still faith here as the season hands itself...