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Paint my desire

Blindfolded and left in darkness I sit and silently hold my breath Waiting for something to come On the edge of life and death I feel you moving near me Coming closer, but you don’t touch My nerves are on fire Every sense is just too much He reaches for me with it It gently whispers on my skin A slight caress down my arm Leaving fire where it has been My heart races as I realize...Read On


The Call

A love's call

The call comes and she drops everything She is excited to hear his voice . Her voice makes him melt . The world stops The world drifts away and it's just the two of them For a brief moment in time There are no interruptions No distractions Just them and their love  The only sounds that can be heard are The moans The purrs Their hearts beating faster  The conversation moves from...Read On


A Nipple Nibble

An Ode upon the Enjoyment of Breasts

"A nipple nibble is so fair" I think as I watch them there Growing harder as we touch, Wanting to kiss them so very much! Your look invites me to take that chance As over your breasts my hands slow dance; My lips descend to each perky nub - At full attention from a light rub. A soft kiss is just the start, It fuels the racing of my heart; Then swirling 'round with my tongue - And you...Read On


Love Without a Name

a truth in written form...

Depressed means a broken heart A forgotten dream, a wanted start It leaves you cold, it leaves you black It leaves you full of holes and cracks A chasm new, a pain so old You left a hole, my heart's grown cold Why act happy? Why be bold? When lies have been all you're told Hide it away, close it off So when tried again, I won't feel the scoff I've been shattered, My heart has broke...Read On

A Housewife With A Naughty Mind

Even though we've never met I think about you often We both can never forget Our conversations are always awesome I have a husband  And you have a wife There's never any touching I'm thankful you're in my life Sometimes we have tragedies But we think about each other Our spouses are a bit needy We can just be keyboard lovers You've made me tapes of your voice Sent me an amazing toy You...Read On


Golden Shower (homage to Bukowski)

The "gold" is a metaphor for love you pervy weirdos... lol

She steps into my shower, Adjusts the cold water Higher. I don’t mind it… She likes the water to be Cooler. But, doesn’t want to skimp On the good water pressure. I can deal with the cooler water Better than she can deal with the Hot. She presses her breasts Into mine and we let the cooler water Cascade over us. Her skin is now silky, almost Slimy. I don’t mind it…   Her nipples harden and...Read On


The Eternal Love poem

The eternal love poem - from a wild man and his trans wife. All persons are over 16. This is fictional but the events are inspired by the stories but not connected to them.   From him   I love it when you dance Nipples erect and puckered to meet me On your golden tanned chest The outline of your ribbs when you lean forwards Your Nipples meet my mouth one at a time You're wearing my...Read On

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Into The Ether

It is not the cry of a cold wind or raw light beginning to bloom, reaching to touch your body where the imperceptible has found a way to speak through flesh. To speak beyond a hand craving  and forever reaching into the ether. It is a sound more unmistakeable, what I imagine is the music of a soul being made and unmade only to be tethered together again. And it seems to begin as all...Read On


Paint a Picture

Painting a picture as we fall in love

Pick up an easel And paint a picture  For a multitude of millennia  Of a lifetime of memories. To last forevermore  On an empty canvas To capture and captivate In a picturesque place of love. Bursting out in a multitude  Of colours from a rainbow Creating a prism effect Radiating out across the lands. As the love hits us from within Sending shivers to my spine And touches my heartstrings As...Read On

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The words we leave in our wake, must, For the beautiful vagabonds who find them Fallen and blown by the thousand tiny storms Of an average day into the furthest gutters Of the tired cities we live in, Fade. Everything we meant got lost. I want to learn the language of breath Rushing over the shell of her ear, Fingers tracing the fine bones in the back of her hand. The words we...Read On


My shining star

My star leads me home

You are my Pole  star The brightest of all stars Shining in the firmament Casting light Showing grace A light for my path way Leading me to loves home You rescued me When I lost all sense of direction Through your rays you led me safe home To loves home Through the light of your love I found hope, Patience Joy Peace. Facets of a lady who ministered to me She took me Washed me Rode me Showed...Read On

Thin As Onion Skin

Closing my eyes, in thoughts listening to Rachmaninoff Desiring your flesh, thin as onion skin, as I kiss you And your shadow responds to my midnight wish As eyes of the dawn peek through our window And clouds of gray like thunder rumble With a crescendo of the approaching storm   And your lips of sweet creep of the merry widow   Like fingers stirring my mind's martini  While my...Read On


Birthed by Fire

The flame of her eternal need Burns brightly Stoked by my desire Blatant heat Forced deep into her furnace Muscle rippling As I thrust my shovel Feeding her heat Watching it build Watching it erupt Pleasure descending Molten liquid pouring Her glowing radiance Fed by love Fed by passion Preparing to be further stoked Joy extending Furnace invigorating Hunger needing Waves crashing Ingots of...Read On


No Glory

In honour of my Great Grandfather

No glory, only pride You played your part in a theatre where so many died On foreign soil, a strange language Memories of the old country in your heart Again and again you took to the air I can barely imagine your bravery The noise of the engines and guns If you were afraid, I understand Then to return to find your best friend gave his life The hollow victory, the pain Then the...Read On



We met on a Saturday or was it Sunday? Anyway there we were, Queen Katherine and Princess Scarlet, A kettle steaming. I was steaming elsewhere. We talked one by one to convert, More like pervert! ' Over land and sea, your haunting voice '. Pictures of lollipops and septum’s, A Goth appeared and disappeared, Like the Blood, adrenalized, whore, With a swat upon her pert behind. ...Read On


Friendship Lost

The why seems so ephemeral to me It is the feelings that solidly punch  Loves labour's been lost Because unfriended was clicked   We could fly you and I In oddly interesting ways I've crashed out of your journey Because unfriended was clicked    You liked me to go, powerfully At times I followed, admiringly Others come and go, it's not the same Because unfriended was clicked    ...Read On


Tattoo Heart

This is me trying. Trying to understand the why, When blood turns black and sends us awry. Tears flow from what might have been, Words spiral and begin to spin, Round and down into the spaces, Filling all the little places. Piercing my heart through and through, Like burning needles of an emblazoned tattoo.   This is me trying. Trying to remember that familiar know, When we huddled close in...Read On


My Fountain of Life

Now I can come, To visit at your fountain. Wash from my hands,  The stains of my past dealings, Take from my mind The stress of secret vices. Let me swim  Within the waters of your flow.   From this place I know Healing waters flow Cum, wash my every pain away.   Life, light and love, Gush from your healing fountain, All I require, to help my heart  Redeem it’s wasted places,...Read On


The inkwell

  When first I look upon that place And I see the heated covering  Then see her well so radiant  there  And there to savour Ink in space    i see the baise upon her desk  And trace my fingers o’er the baise i feel your movement on the page  your inkwell oh so picturesque   The inkwell lid, I love to stroke  I even learn to taste the lid The aroma  of her ink is mine  The ink...Read On



I walk through all of this ...

My eyes were wide open When I came to you So that I could see the beauty Of your gentle kind soul I wasn't blindfolded either So I couldn't see your imperfections That is how much I love you To trust you to take care of me To love me unconditionally With my faults and imperfection My hands were not tied When I came to you I was willing to submit To give you my heart It wasn't even forced It...Read On


A Million Dreams

We could build a world upon what we dream

Throughout the years Every time I have a dream You will always be there Standing before me. With your beauty so radiant  That bursts out in a kaleidoscope  Of a million colours From the brightest rainbow. That brings forth to me  And shows me your true colours  That gives me a million reasons To take you by the hand. And spend a lifetime with you  In a life that we may build To take a...Read On

Berries Well

In the distance of a dream, beneath a dark obsidian rainbow   with a spoonful of a tempest, and a bowling of the thunder. As autumn chilled at my elbow and my pen dried up, my old fingers grasp, the Holy Grail of the berries inkwell. Giving up to the dust in the pot, and feeling your zephyr breath with a specter's entice, as your long fingers saunter. Over my shadow as we make love,  ...Read On


My Love is Fluid

My love is fluid, I am no longer in chains

  My love is fluid, I'm no longer in chains I have nothing intimate, no body to hold So I hold the world in my hands The sunlight in my heart The colours in my moods In my infinite variation I am red with passion and ferocity Pink with sweetness and delicacy Green with life and endless growth Blue with the cold, eternal light Yellow with warmth radiating from my chest I am a lover and...Read On



My soul stills,  No waves of emotions.  The waters are smooth,  Without ripples.  There’s a softness,  Yet sadness as well. The moon casts his shadow,  Across the surface.   Light breaking through,  Still no movement. Just calmness. Will I drift into oblivion?  Or feel the beating of my soul,  Coming back,  As the shore calls me home? Will the moon follow? Or concentrate,  On what is still...Read On


My Nib

My nib, the focal point, The heat of my desires,  It’s flow doth cause eruptions  Not on my page alone The purest form that motivates My nib to flow apace My thoughts, my lover's drive Envigoured by her wetted place. Her spell now overriding me My nib becomes her property  Swollen when touched by her  Doth shower her with praise     ...Read On


That Moment

Revised 11/18. Originally posted 2010 under BigRod.   That moment… As I slowly undress you. Watching you. My fingers brushing against your bare skin. That moment… When I slide your panties down your legs. You are finally.. completely.. naked for me. When my eyes fill me with the lust of your image. Your skin soft and smooth. No more barriers between your body and mine. That...Read On

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I hear her like a whisper through the falling rain, her name is the storm, the scream inside every crack of deafening thunder. And I got cold steel in my hand, a list of names carved to the bone, and my baby still speaks to me before the pull of a heavy trigger. No bullet can bring you back to me, you're hunting nothing but ghosts in endless rivers and dark valleys and what hurts the most...Read On


The inkwell and the Quill

  My nib was dipped inside her ink well Then love was written across her page. Her well of ink,  My constant source of fresh resources. The contours of her page Became the canvass For my words  My words of love  My words of life  Our words of shared passion  Touching the others soul Binding them together,  closer. In turning the quill  I trace and tease  the feather lightly  Over those...Read On



The night is dark silk and sharp diamonds That you can dress in And shadows have fingers and tongues Darting from the corners Between your folds   The grass is an altar, the wind is a thief That steals your voice And renders you mute so that you can’t scream As sharp claws rip your skin And teeth pierce the tender flesh   The moon likes to watch, the sky is a witch  That wraps...Read On


The Angel of my Dreams

  My sexual angel came again  Infiltrating my night Crawling through my dreams  Breathing over my skin  Lips searching  Leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake The scent of her arousal  Filling my nostrils  A trail of moisture left on my thigh Vibrant images invading my mind  She came again  Writing my dreams  With the gentlest of touches  Fingers dancing  Urging Tempting...Read On