She's a lady.Of a certain age. She has lived life. She will live it with continued delight. Her divine globes are still worthy of praise.The pathway to ecstasy between her legs is well traveled. The lady is free.Can be what...
prose poetry
Setting in the west, the sun dies away.It rose once upon a time,once when we were young.It rose and our faces turned toward it,seeking the soothing rays ofsatisfaction.Grasping, clinging together,we sought the ways of light,the ways of edificationand sweet adoration.We...
You move me. I will move you, set your body moving,move you. The sultriness exudes from you, from me, moving upward as heat must do. It reflects our excitement,but we feed upon it,absorbing our needs withthe anticipation of acceptanceand eager acquiescence. The...
Tendering offerings of worthless lovelorn florasimply to soothe your own heartwon't get you to the end of your journeyto forgiveness. Trappings of sympathy without the teaof human kindnessare like petals of blossoms wafting away in the wind.Your loss my friend,so decide that the...
When I need someone she is there. Always. Always ready for the enjoymentI will give. Always ready for the gratificationShe wishes to give. And once more to give. Once offeredShe is ever mine to taste. She is mine to taste...
This can't be wrongit feels so right Just living my lifeday by day And becoming more despondent with each turningof the sun My body yearning for somethingthat men cannot givethough they tryand tryAnd still cannot deliver I yearn Am I...
Visions of the past,when I was whole,when I was myself,the way I wasin the past. The flesh is succulentand moist,and tender to the touch,and the way is soft and sweet,as it was in the past.I have the visionoften,but not often...
Such divine glory to behold.Your body and soul manifesting such beauty.To see you with my eyes and my heart. To know who you are. Am I able to sculpt you,Able to tempt the gods with your exquisite charms.To use my...
Is it possible to remember a timeand place you have never seen. She is like the mist,in a past not there;in a vision, a guise of love.Is it nostalgia, true nostalgia,to yearn for that which you never had. Neither known norunknown,...
I know, it's so good.You're not telling me anything I don't knowFragrant flower of mine. Nothing new. You are my fresh blossomOf bedewed, pure desire. Mine and yours.Yours now and forever.So you say.So I believe, so I will always believe....