Harley: To many, she is an innocent Angel and a well-behaved wife. To a few, she is a submissive slut in a sexless marriage.Mark: Harley’s on-line friend, his thoughts are in Italics.Dave: Harley’s fuck buddy.Monday – 11 days to goIt’s...
thoughts
In the Apollonianand Dionysian abodesI hear nuancesthat are never impliedhow be they insipidto the empty eye Then my fingers disintegrateinto its silent voicesand I find Being the sanctuarywhere the wave of a wingis so very fertilein its demonic syncopation Like the harmony...
Happy in her lifeThoughts of other thingsShe's already a wifeShe wears a wedding ringShe dreams of a manSomebody who is differentSomeone not in her life planThis would be significantShe'd be his girlThey'd care for each otherShe has a head full...
Erotic Feelings
"I guess we feel what we want to feel"
Breath brushing, nape of neckA shivering warmth, kept in check.Hairs on end, goose bumps burstMouth left watering, lack of thirst.Heart fluttering, secret whispersAlong my spine, like prosaic rivers.Fingers arranging, delicate hairsAround ears and face, flushes flare.Shaking of shoulders, intimate touchYour...
I sit here thinkingWhile I am drinkingA cup of coffee in my handListening to a bandWhat a wonderful day this will beWhen I first get to seeYour beautiful faceIn this wondrous placeThough I can not hear your amazing voiceTogether we...
Ravished by your thoughtsElectrified by your mindBlessed by your companyEnriched by the depth of your heartCocooned in your warmthCentred by your presence AstoundedContented yetEnergisedJustified indeed
What does it takeTo write an erotic storyThoughts imaginationOr an active life of experienceThe wonderingsWhen you're bared nakedIn front of a gaggle of menWith hard onsPulsating and throbbingAt your every breathWomens heaving breastsAs their clitsGrow wetter and wetterIs it the...
I need filthy today, giving my brain the rest it needsJust focus on my body and perform all those dirty deedsGrab me by the hair, let your mouth crush my lipsReach your hand down and pull at my blouse as...
The Portrait
"Have you ever looked into a portrait?"
Have you ever looked into a portrait?And were drawn into it by their eyes;eyes that seemingly pulled at you.Eyes that you could swear were trying to tell you a secret.Deep dark pools surrounded by white sand.Pulling you deeper, seducing...
You’re in my every thoughtYou’re in my every dreamYou live in my heartWhy won't you leave?You’re like a nasty cobwebClinging to every part of meYou’re not welcome here any moreYet you’re in every poem or story I readWhy won't you...