Hey, look. I’m naming the thing I’m doing…it’s a naughty Haiku (imagine me rolling my eyes here)

A haiku? Ugh. Fine. I touch my moist petals since You can't taste them. Yet.

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I Need…

To wake in your arms, and not in my tears Sense as you whisper away all my fears Someone to take me, and take me you must, As your love slays my demons and turns them to dust. Soft urgent kisses, that promise your heart Touches that soothe me, not rip me apart. A voice... Continue Reading →

Fall in Love With Me

As I lay beside you, hair tumbling over pillows and forbidden sheets, eyes closed and one breath awaiting the next, fearing it will not arrive and leaving me sans air replaced by a kiss   fall in love with me   As I turn to face you, allow your gaze to feed my addiction to... Continue Reading →

Not in love

I'm NOT in love. Not "floating on air" Not craving your touch to caress me Right there. And I'm not what you'd call, "A poor, sweet love sick fool" 'cause I'm far too "me me" Out of reach (That's the rule) I don't melt at the sound of your voice Nope Not me I do... Continue Reading →

How do I Want

You know how I love You've tasted my words of purest love for you from softest, trembling beginnings to this moment where I am deeply lost in love and you've read between the lines and even held my hand to guide my pen but under the covers is the place I keep warm for you...... Continue Reading →

Smouldering Vignette

Some of you will have read this before. It was the first one of these little vignettes I'd written. I love this one, something about it... But what I have done is extend it with a bit more delish. Yeah, yeah, cue the jokes about "extending" things...I know how your pervy little minds work. Enjoy.... 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 →

Of Dreams and Tears

I touch a mark that sears with pain, with blood filled ink my verse I rainĀ  upon this page of words for you and still I cannot reach you through the mists that we call dreams and yet my lips with yours they have not met. I wipe fresh tears that taste of us and... Continue Reading →

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