I didn't know it could hurt back then,we were drunk on bliss and sweet wine,glowing in ways the young always do,a raw light through us that can bealmost too dangerous to touch. It was all instinct and velocity,we'd come to know it as a sacred rush,as wanting more than one can really give,so we'd reach below and find the kind of fire that made us feel as if we belonged. It was never so wrong to wantto be part of somethingb...

I write my stories for my entertainment You seduce me with your lack of obtainment I offer to tell your tale And you offer the Holy Grail How can I resist such an offer When you don’t want into my coffer You say you will give it freely I choke and ask really I am a man after all With a constant need to ball With you, I have no doubt it would be great But I can not take the bait Having a wife will not allow me such pleasur...

Summer songs trespass from her lipsand the words glow inside meas we yearn and search for frictionbut we were looking for miracles,something that can pulse beyond skin. And ecstasy will still burst,will roar between us,frames shuddering in the night. Summer songs trespass from her lipsand I breach her hungry depthsas we are melted from the frictionbut the monsters in us longed for more,to breathe beyond skin and fiction....

The mark will live on through these bodies,we're already disappearing into one another,it enters quietly and in that deep silenceyou're like a nocturnal flower blooming unseen,its wet shivery petals exposed in the moonlightas proof that all beautiful things eventually part. I couldn't see the brilliance in your eyes yet. I don't know what flows from you then,all I can taste is that first kiss so long agowhen your lips cru...

I was already unfolding before your hand took mine,and we had so many questionsabout words that only soulmatesshould impart through the mistwhen knowing there has to beso much more to you. I was already moving through you by then,that already belonged to us and us alone. And I was noting how every freckle and markwere living constellations connecting your skin,a celestial map that's always been glowing there,just waiting...

You measured more than a heartand soon found me wanting. But last night was so different. When we were far past the slow dancethat would lead us to this dim room.  Your hand wrapped around me,it was like fiery rivers buriedand rushing beneath the earthand a mutual shudder jolted uswhen you began to squeeze,to stroke hard flesh so vulnerableexcept when in your hungry grasp. And an entire universe isalso hidden deep inside...

A radiance touches your skinand I can read everything nowas simple as words on a page,I was missing the point. Seeking to mine answers fromthat which shouldn't be understood. I could've broken you to know more,trespassed through the sacred,pressed far beyond the thresholdto see what you really waited for. But it never went that far. Your fingertip met my lipand sealed the entirety of a worldto keep it from gracelessly spi...

The wind moved through us before bodiesspeak in the most human language,your hand clasps mine and we watchleaves funnel into the darkness,the faint starlight has yet to reach us. And you draw the map thatmay as well be carved forthe last time that my hands gather on your body. We will always get to keep that. The moment where we breathethe night and each other in,your name broke through the mist,skin luminous with need th...

I found your skin beneath the storm,beneath all that we should not say. Even if I was too connected to you,it was the only home I'll ever know,the only secret that I have leftforever relinquished deep inside of you. And I found your heart beneath the storm,selfishly claiming it as my very own. Even if the flash left me too raw,too connected to the way that fleshcan become the only home that I'll know,I still want your bod...

I wanted to write about it hours later, how your kiss still burning on my lipsis proof of some invisible connective tissuetethering us no matter where we go. I wanted to write about the throaty raspemitting from the curve of your throatas a wordless invitation to explore more skin,or how sometimes you taste like rain,an earthly sweetness that men are notpermitted to entirely understand. I wanted to decode all your marks,t...

I'll give up the ghost soon enough. But right now you still taste like wineand too many sweetnesses I cannot name. It was the last time that starswere radiating in your eyes,ghostly flares like a hearth glowingas this engine sped us through the valley,through that winter when we first met. I need to hold on to that cold nowto remember how warm you were. And if we rewind from there,back to your small room wherethe softest...

Your eyes trespassed in a waythat my flesh cannot pierce,it was a sign, it was a calling,how lips can part but leave us ablaze. I wanted it to mark me forever,a sigil that only you can see. I wanted to be claimed and kept,to have something that cannotbecome a phantom between us.... The flush of skin slowly revealed,a great divide coming to a close,it was a sign, it was a calling. It was something close to ragethat seized...

It all begins with a beautiful taste. Kneeling at the bed like an altar,palms gliding along bare thighs,caresses cascading as you beginto open yourself to me.  You begin to drizzle your secrets, parcel out the darkest needs one aching flick at a timewhen my tongue slides inside. Your taste is everything beautiful to me,sweet summer rain showering dark afternoons, crashing and intermingling all sugary dews,licking the brie...