"He may not be mine yet. But I love him so much"
Am I drowning? This feeling has come anew I can't breathe when you're here My heart is beating in my throat This isn't the same feeling as before No, I'm completely awake and alive I don't feel sorrow dragging at...
Through a glow cast by dreams, words will slowly bloom your heart open, leave me wanting nothing more thanto know the next line of your story. Formless we first meet, unraveling in the dark until finding the other's light, unstoppable once those unique illuminations circle and...
There's a stillness here now breaking, glows through the cloud's dark paths, as a hush falls over our homethere are whispers of you in every room, filling the hollows you made in me. I don't know if they're really just in my head, or...
You may open the windows one night to feel the wind wrap around your body, to breathe in an essence that traveled across vast oceans to reach you. You sense me there, flying and spiraling through the dark cold, searching for a way back with...
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...
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...
"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...
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...
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...
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...
