Love is craving your lips,Your mouth, your voice, where beforeI was just silence and hunger. Love is our moments of anticipation,Like the last breath before the diveAnd the eventual ascent back into sunlight. Love is missing you even when you’re here,Knowing that every time you leaveI will be hollow until you return. Love is sharing a comfortable silenceAnd finding serenity in that spaceRather than the empty voids between...

Soft moans accompanied the slow trembling plunge onto his hard cock. Her labia stretched tight around his girth as his swollen head raked along her insides until she bottomed out.Strong hands grasped her bottom kneading her crotch to his. His pubic hair grazed her hairless vulva sending tingles to her toes, and her face blushed poppy-petal red knowing her spread cheeks were lewdly displayed for any passerby to see.Her rol...

Desperate fingers claw for purchase on sweat-streaked skin that snake-like writhes and strikes with vicious thrusts.Ravenous for la petite mort, we seize our own gratification with the biting teeth and bruising hands of urgency and indifference.No love lives in a raging tempest. We are lost in fervour as fierce as a hurricane yet empty but for the force of the gale.With a shaking crescendo of aching muscles and hot saliva...

“Mmm, you smell gorgeous.” Beth felt a shiver run down her spine as her husband cooed in her ear. The smooth, rich timbre of his voice always made her warm and fuzzy, but all the more so when it happened to be charming her with a compliment. She felt his hands rest on her hips as he pressed his body up behind her. Despite ten years of marriage John still made her feel girlish and giggly with his seductive attentions. “Hey...

Beams of lazy light sink into poolsas amber droplets cascade and puddle,shimmering on the rain-streaked asphalt,chasing away the nightone street-light at a time. The rustling branches of overhanging treeslike secretive whispers in the darknessbow and sway in the evening breeze,their leaves wearing the beads of rainlike the diamonds of queens. Your heels click on the dark,glossy sidewalk as you half-skip acrossthe drenched...

Phil was one lucky son of a bitch. They say that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and Evelyn Summer was a woman who took her sunshine very seriously. She would have quite happily murdered the local Channel Twelve weatherman should his prediction of a heat wave not have come to fruition. Fortunately for him, however, he had been spared the wrath of a woman who had just booked two weeks off work to enjoy the July hea...

The sun ascended to its apex highTraversing dawn’s rich clementine skyBurning off the morning veilOf misty haze so thin and frailThat it hung amid the old oak treesMotionless without a breezeEthereal as a silken shroudAnd humid as diluted cloudThat rolled in from the verdant shoreTo creep across the forest floorDrawing us to where reeds sweepAnd bowed willows gently wither weepCasting shadows on the surface stillWhere dro...

A thousand poets could endless writeand never find words to capture the sightof heaven in eyes of deepest blue,that I adore and inspiration drew.They beckoned me closer to the edgeof love's unstable rocky ledge,where my fate was sealed with a single kissas I quenched my lips in clinging bliss.A smile as warm as the summer sunand all was lost, I was undone.I am yours, my maiden fair,and pity those poets in their despair.  

We leave the kitchen a messof spilt milk, crumbled bread crust, and honeydripping from a forgotten jar.Breakfast is on crumpled sheetsclenched between tight fingersand crushed under the weight of two.Your heavy breath whispered betweenhard kisses sinks beneath my skinand warms my soul.I can taste your scent in my mouthas if licked from your hot skin:hints of orange peel body scrub.Heaven is to drink in your lipsand savour...

“Hey, Dan.”“S’up.” One thing Dan really liked about sharing a house with a girl as opposed to other guys was that they always smelled great. Gone were the bags of two-week old sweaty gym clothes and post-curry farting competitions. The hell of olfactory foulness had been replaced by a bouquet of feminine delights. Whatever expensive perfume his new housemate had doused herself in this afternoon was particularly pleasant a...

Playful bright pinks and soft pastel blues,Tangerine sherbet on the horizon infuseA palette of evening huesWhich your heart and soul embrace with delight,The majestic display of the eventide light.Watching a consumed sun cast its last dying raysIgniting cloud wisps in an empyrean blaze,A final act of the day,That washes gold sunlight so warm on your skinThat you eagerly relish it like a covetous sin.As you lie on soft san...

Bend her over at the waist and lick her nice smooth peach, Listen to her whimper as your tongue begins to breachHer folds of flesh so hot and slick you’ve been dying for a taste, Sweet like melted chocolate but don’t eat the treat in haste.Tease her slowly, make her moan, and savour every drop until with aching, crazy lust she begs you, “Please don’t stop!"Eat her swollen pussy until her legs begin to shake, Until her fin...

In the mellow warm amber of evening's late sun,Like the verdant green vines that round the trunks run,Under a cherry tree in secluded cool shadeOur bodies will weave a labyrinthine braid.Of slow moving limbs that seek only to findCurious hands of a similar kind.Toying with playfulness and affection for youUntil your cheeks blush a sweet rosy hue.And we’ll giggle and laugh in the soft-dying day, Our hair like the blossom i...

I wish the tide would lift me up And carry me far away, Further from the things of man Than those who wish to stay.Drifting slowly from the shore Far out into the sea. No more broken promises, Now just the waves and me.No more pain and sorrow, No more footprints in the sand To fade away on the ebbing tide And leave my pain on land.Just a hollow vessel now, Floating forlorn on the deep. Salty brine upon my cheeks Like the ...

As night descended and smothered the stifling heat of the daylight hours, South Beach became a shameless hotbed of sex, drugs, and tequila. The streets baked so hot under the merciless midday sun, that you could still feel the heat rising from the sidewalk concrete late into the night. Beautiful women sauntered from one bar to the next wearing just enough clothing to keep them legal, but not so much as to discourage the a...