Prose Stories
As impatient hands tear away the needless clothes, And lust begins to rise A thought begins to grow: What is this? These desperate bodies intertwining, Looking for a fix. A half hour of pleasure, To keep the world at bay. Is that what fucking is? Lips pre...
Sexy,you keep me onan addict’s edge,awaiting your brushstrokes against my thickness. Yesterday you -mounted my mind, and made me scream a scream of freedom familiar only to wide-open windows on mild summer nights, and closed-in lakeside cabins on frozen s...
The dilemma had nothing to do with my physicality being sandwiched between my heterosexuality and my lesbianism. That wasn’t it. That night, my intent was to rest in a mutual completeness. Mine was to simply taste the flavor of what was yours – to suckle,...
Generation Gap in Poetical Prose
Would you call this a fetish? A coed and her older poet? Her IQ is 140 plus...I am just a man. Yes, I am tall and I am "built" so the young woman said.. But, I really don't think that I am that great looking, average looks, perhaps. So, why are young women attracted to me? I can honestly say "I have no idea!" Beauty, sexiness and s...
The sparkle of starlight at dawn
For the same person as To be the one she seesI wipe the slate cleanIt's like describing a freefallWhile drowningIn a sea of endless lovePulled away from the coastWhere all of those people areThe ones that turn their backsAnd laughAnd jokeAt your expenseLet her surrender herself to meFor one nightTo...
Be true to the you within youLet her shine like a thousand starsA fist full of dreams, wrapped tightlyKept under wraps and out of the sunlightFrom interacting with othersSo she wouldn't realize her predicamentToo beautiful for wordsLike nothing I have eve...