I’ve resisted so many moments When contacting you would have made sense. When venting to youMight have fixed my brain.  I’ve sat back and thoughtAbout all the callsAnd the nights that brought us the sunriseWhere there were few moments of silence between us I’ve remembered the missed birthdays And the mixed moodsOf the two of us flounderingIn the waters of our relationship.  I was the moon that lit the wayAnd you were the...

His eyes follow every curve and dip of her silhouetteMemorizing the texture of her skin, soft to touch and memoryLingering along the edges of her bathrobeWhich clings to her feminine frame.  His eyes sweep into her hairHis fingers curl by his side, mimicking the evenings pastTumbling down her shoulders, almost floating as she movesHis eyes find the ceiling for a steadying moment.  His eyes rove down her legs, from the hem...

May I touch you?If only for a moment.I know you like to be in controlTo be honest, I don't mind it at all. I think about the way your hands feelWhen they're tangled in my hairCalling me, "good girl."It's the best feeling, I swear. I have the tendency to overthinkI accidentally hide here in my headIf I didn't know better,I'd say anxiety was my kink. May I kiss you?I press my lips to yoursAnd sparklers explode Your palm mus...

I wrote you a love letter.But it burned before you could read it.There, in the warmth of the sunThat was in your eyesWhen you told me you loved me. I wrote you a love letter.But pieces were stolen in the windWhich kicked up to blow downThe bridge of words we triedTo use to reach each other. I wrote you a love letter.But it froze and wouldn’t thaw.It grew icicles as your shoulders – broad and strongRefused to tolerate my f...

I have one foot out the door and one there's one that wants to stayI never thought I would feel trapped this way.And again our past comes full circle and slaps us in the face. I've shed my skin with you so much, I don't remember who I was before.I don't need to. I couldn't have asked for more.But you put your nose to the grindstone and I disappeared for you. This is a love letter.It's a thank you note.And a goodbye card I...

- - ALINA - - It was a normal day at work and Alina had been bored since she’d opened the store. The few customers she’d assisted had been demanding, even rude, but it didn’t offend her the way it used to do – she was used to retail by now. At least this boutique held some occasional interests, even distractions. ‘Lacey Set’ was a small boutique which specialized in lingerie, displaying and selling outfits from local desi...

This is it. He watched Mel enter their apartment – now his apartment – for the final time, her long wavy blonde hair hanging in her face. She tucked the rogue strand behind her ear and leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen and watched him drum his fingertips against the Formica countertop. “All packed up,” she murmured. “Just came back to give you this,” she placed a single key on the table between them. Seeing the...

I used to feel safe when you held me,Now all there is left is anxiety. The tears that flow aren’t from a hard spank,But because your affection for me has shrank.  I cannot win, even when I try.I end up useless in your eyes. Bruised and battered, a fuckdoll brokenFrom devastating words you’ve chosen.  There is little thrill, instead there’s fearOf what you’ll do to me here. I don’t want to stay, I don’t want to go.I miss t...

She raised her head and looked up into her father’s eyes looking back at her. The confidence and manipulation she’d been exuding wavered for a moment even as she stepped forward, her left hand almost unconsciously slipping into her soaking underwear as the other raised up and cupped her breast. “Show me,” she whispered nervously,” Daddy… please… show me.” Her finger just crested the upper edge of her slit as his hands sli...

In my journal of poetic love, versus Argus eyedAs I scribe the vermilion with a darker shadeFeeling quintessence of silence calling my nameFearing no evil and feeling no painUnder the gleam of the magenta moonIn absentia of cellophaneAwaiting my shadow-lover, who comes soonHaving felt a presence of an amorphous shadowLike a brush-footed butterflyAs a scent lingers of its gossamer's shawlInvoking the darkness with desire t...

A short poem. Been quite active in the submissive aspect of my personality, but it seems it had a cost I wasn't expecting and this is an expression of that feeling.   Fingertips down my spineThen tracing softly downIn a continuous swirling lineOut to my arms. Fingers laced, hand in handHeads on pillows, softer stillQuiet moments in simple silence A kiss against my lipsAnd my foreheard for a job well doneExhaustion soaks m...

“You’re late,” you hiss as I arrive. I frown. I hadn’t thought I was late at all. I check my watch again and I cringe. Crap… late. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whisper, knowing the words are empty to you. We'd already spoken about my tardiness before, and this was meant to be my "last strike". Fuck. You turn to your friends and make conversation. The bartender offers me a drink, and I order Jameson and Sprite, knowing I’ll need a...

I wasn’t awaked by the sunlight streaming through my window and hitting my face. I didn’t wake because of the mild hangover headache. I didn’t even wake because the covers had moved off my body during the night and my naked body was a feeling a bit chilled. No. I woke because I smelled coffee. The delightful aroma of those magical beans was what had my eyes popping open. I gasped and pulled the covers back up to hide my n...

I twirled in front of the mirror, excitedly admiring what I saw. "Thank goodness she doesn't believe in making us look as ugly as possible," I said aloud to no one. I checked the clock on the nightstand; I still had plenty of time to finish getting ready before meeting my best friend in her room to help her get ready for her wedding. Anastasia and I had been best friends since we were seven. And at twenty-eight, we were s...

My mind racing... And it hit me the other dayAs I lay thereI recognized the thought of you right awayAnd it isn't fair. I felt you before I saw youIt always happened that wayEach time it felt newYou always knew just what to say. Our tryst was smouldering in its heatMuch like your touch against my skinYour eyes held a dark intensityThat matched your cocky grin. Your intoxicating scentThat always filled your embraceIt had a...