He watched her across a seaOf fine bone china,White cotton,And the darkness of tea. Illuminated in a shaft of dusty yellow sunlight,She teased,Applying sticky pink lip gloss,To those oh, so kissable lips,Spread; gently plumpingWith a tongue tip,The places he needed to be. Yes, how sweet the temptation,Of sex denied,She stoked that fireWithin his core. “It must not happen again,”She purred,Knowing it would happen again,But...

Out on the street, lookin to meetI wanna get me some of that heatMy mom's home bangin her latest loserWhile I'm in the club with the hustlers and the posersBlood red lipstick on a schoolgirl smileDon't mind the package, so I'm a little bit wildUse me, abuse me, the harder the betterDon't fall in love and wanna write me long lettersDon't act all tough like you're a real head knockerJust put your best inside my tight cock l...

The door had barely shut before our hands were all over one another. The sexual tension that simmered through the night was finally reaching a crescendo, igniting flames of insatiable lust. Eager hands pull you tight against me, bodies writhing against one another as hungry lips meet. We kiss passionately. Deep and hard, willingly giving into our desires.Lips melt in an instant, mouths opening enough for tongues to snake,...

I want to melt your heart with words, My only skill, My fire. I want you to crave me, For a single line, A turn of phrase, Which sets your world alight. When you lie alone tonight, I want you to drip passion, And burn inside, Like the only lover who ever loved you died, And you went to Heaven. Then my words will be the waves, Of a forgotten ocean, And you will be my true lover, My siren in the mist. 2016

My Lady’s eyes are dark as night, A captivating world, Full of the mysteries, That make Her lips, (oh, so kissable) curl, into that slight smirk, that declares, “I can do anything with you, “You are weak for me, “And you are Mine. “My dreams are far more wicked than yours, “I can turn your world inside out with desire “With just a word “Or a glance, “I can leave you hanging in sweet agony “With just a smile, “And when I w...

The sum of You and I is one No mathematician mind is mine, But you are sweet (and You are fine.) No mathematician mind is me But You are fine (and You are free.) No mathematician mind is me. In the sweet night, the candy dripping Renders me, as hard as stone, Fire falling from the ceiling You and I Are (all alone.) The sum of You, and You is two, The sum of I, and I is too, Sweet surrender, Oh sweet torture, Tie my hands,...

It was early afternoon and she sat at her dresser. “Perhaps I have fallen a little,” thought the Goddess Adelaide as she traced the angle of his jaw on the sepia print before her with a blood red finger nail. His dark eyes were fixed on something far away and were thick with desire. “It’s not like me to be so fixated on one little plaything. And that’s all he is, a plaything, nothing more.” Adelaide caught her own reflect...

My Lady’s hair is red and gold, Curled like smoke in autumn air. I crave to do all I am told, And write for her when she’s not there.Her image in my heart and mind, Create for now my chosen cage. On waking then my task I find, To set my words upon this page.And gladly will I fetch for her, Whatever she would most desire, A winter’s coat of rabbit fur, A riding crop should her patience tire.A passion that I cannot hide; To...

“Love is” (Love is) not about control, Love is, about (freedom) Love is, not about knowing all, Love is about craving the secrets. You watch a bird feeding on the lawn, And know it is beautiful, And desire its beauty. But you cannot know its inner soul, It is no less perfect. Inside, it has its demons Its demons hidden so well, That if you think You know it all The only fool Round here (Is you.) 2014.

The Offering “(Later) You will be naked And on your knees," she purrs, Her red nails trace, My suit lapel. “It shouldn’t have to be this way, But it’s fun to watch you grovel.” The swishing crop through the burning air, The sudden welt across my cheek, My reward for craving her, My punishment for being weak. “Naked, and on your knees,” She smiles, As cruel as a cat Batting a mouse back and forth, For her pleasure. (Later,...

And so it began; a journey into a life so strange that I still look back and wonder whether it was all just a crazy dream. Had it ever really happened? Had she ever really existed? Still, all these months later, she still lingered in my every waking thought, as alluring a captivating as the day she had quite literally barged into my life and took it over, as was her way. To be fair things needed to change. I was in a rut;...