"Sonnet #6: In alternating trimeter and tetrameter, and Shakespearean rhyme."
Wake up cold, scream out loud, Against silence and absent sound. Aroused, bold, cut the crowd, Feline frenzy on broken ground. Gowned in pretty tatters, Aching bodies pounce, hard as stone. Lustful whimsy shatters The house, of feather, pane and...
"Getting freaky for my girl. Might be a bit crude for some."
The soft light of a new day wakes me. A smile forms on my lips as I slowly stretch, my body so comfortably warm under the single sheet that covers us, with most of the warmth coming from your lovely...
"waking up for wild morning sex"
I wake with my desire for you, an urge I can’t ignore, a need that smolders like an ember at my core to kiss your neck and shoulders, to grind against your ass and wake you, lick and whisper in...
"The way to start the day and the rest of their lives"
The early morning light creeps through the curtains. He half opens his eyes, and in that semi-awake state before full consciousness comes is aware only of his rigid penis and his urgent desire to assuage the feeling. The sight of...