Inked Your Name

I have no ink upon this body mine, which you possess, (A piercing you would glimpse, perhaps as slowly I undress.) And pain upon my skin I've felt, a secret that is not- And scars you'd see sewn on my face, of those I have a lot. Yet words tattooed or symbols inked with meanings... Continue Reading →

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His…toy

Roses are red, Violets are blue. Wanna come play? I'm made just for you.   (Couldn't resist. Now¬†for the real poem...)     He knows very well what kind of toy I am for him So I say... Why don't you unwrap me, and let's play Or maybe just sway to this music a soundtrack... Continue Reading →

Kiss me

Come here and slowly place your lips upon that breath that I let escape my sanity but wait a moment and tease me a little with lips stroking my own with ease and meant to bes and maybe if you'll let me bite with slight greed your tongue that hangs upon my every word is... Continue Reading →

Orgasms

It's not about orgasms, but I got your attention. Actually it's called: Once Every Day   I wake with a thought that sends shivers to places... And oh, if They knew, they would cover their faces.     I touch my own lips, feathered whispers I feel, And though shadows of lust, this whole scene... Continue Reading →

Waiting for this…

Only the moon and stars and you and I exist. In a moment where the air is life and yet the seconds suffocate me.   From here I see your eyes, they sweetly stab my soul as it bleeds its life force onto eternity. Your breath in slow inhalations, exhalations burns the scars on my... Continue Reading →

Smouldering, Breathless Vignette

She is naked. But warm. The room is so, so very warm. Her skin is glistening. Her breath coming in short, gasping bursts. A smile in the darkness. She can barely see his face but he is definitely smiling. Of course he is. But her back is a little...cold. Pinned against the wall, his hand... Continue Reading →

Yes

And so a cliche I've become, or something like a whoresome nun , and thoughts of us are wholesome none, they blaze above and slice the sun which tears to pieces one by one, my doorways that my demons shun. And memorable I try to be, before the deluge swallows me, of moaning lips both... Continue Reading →

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