Pit Stop

"Poem about a secret pee moment of a woman."

frantic needeyes searchingpotential relief foundrunningrushingdancingdrippingwiggling and worriedWill anyone see?Does she even care?Does she even dare?Need too greatLooking around one more time... She pulls down her pantsthe denim rough and tightpanties silken and already damppushing them down she squats on the ceramic potted plant Release Sweet...

Tasting My Golden Flow

"lesbian cunnilingus turned golden shower with swalllowing"

She parts my folds with long slender fingersSighs escape from meas I feel her lipspressing against my throbbing clitmy bladder is burstingaching for releaseI writhe.I squirm...feeling urine squeeze out of melike a persistent worm"Baby, I need to--""It's okay. Go on. ...

Shadows haunt my senses into a space I can’t obtainThe darkness cripples me with blinding images I can’t containThis was when chaos dared, and sanity faltersFrom where I lay, no sense, no reason… nothing else mattersDoomed in this lonely world...

My soul floated on an ocean of tearsAs my heart drowned of bloodFrom all the pain I gathered trough the yearsI was killed, my senses were brought numbI’ve lost the people that I cared forDeath took two, my immaturity engulfed...

End of the Masquerade

"In late Elizabethan England, the poet John Donne is poised to make a life-changing choice..."

He thought he’d be in love before, but he was quite wrong. He knew that now.Donne leant against a stone pillar in the shadows of the Great Hall, glass of wine in hand, apparently laconically surveying the elaborately masked dancers...

To oblivion, my soul did succumbAs a heartache made my senses numbMy mind was prevaricated, whirled, and was lostI was taken away from the one I love the mostTo him, I bestowed my fidelityYet he knows he is just a...

He spoke of love in dismal silenceHeld his pen and wrote the wordsUsed his wits on promises devoid of meaningHeld his truthful lies inscribed in scrollsHe the poetWhose heart was killed by a lost loveWhose soul bled from a morbid...

The sun shall never compare,to the warmth soaking in her skin.His probing eyes gently staring at her,drowning all her fears within.His touch, his sweet smile,telling her everything will be okay;Like it has always been,an eternity ago.His hand perfectly fitting hers,clasping...

This alley cradles my soul in the solace of its darknessTossing my knife, playing with it, with no mark of kindness.My eyes reflect the devil’s own, full of wrath and lies;As soon as I release my grip from this, I...

She saw nothing amiss

"When you have everything necessary for the best relationship ever ... except her interest."

Through my front door does beauty floatLovely and graceful as a birdLips I longed to kiss say "I love you"She knows not the meaning of the wordI'd offered her my oft broke heartWas this so great a sinFamiliar scent of booze and...