Kieren thought it self-sacrificing that Iona alone brought in the water for his bath. At first he wondered if she was moved by some form of guilt. But when Iona learned that the young girl that usually filled the tub told stories of him being naked, she did not want the young girl in his room ever again. He found it amusing. “Enough,” Kieren demanded. Iona wiped her brow and placed the pail on the floor. “Join me,” he gav...

Iona honestly felt that she had done nothing wrong. Regardless, she did feel a tremendous amount of guilt eating away at her. Not only had she seen this man of darkness a total of three times now, she also was relieved that he had managed to not lose his life. She had no idea why he was still in the vicinity. Theirs was more or less just a meeting of the eyes, for her a simple fascination—a witnessed anomaly of sorts. How...

Perhaps this is where I should begin, with public moments—intense, intimate and sometimes discreet. It matters not who is present or how many surround us. This is the story of us and why I am his... My husband does what I call “flexing”. He laughs when I use this term. In general, it is that look of restraint he gets right before he is about to pulverize someone either mentally or physically. But that’s not what it means...

  If the heat that consumed them was from fire, then it could be said that what covering she did wear merely disintegrated from the intensity. Kieren needed skin. He needed to feel Iona as close to him as possible. He needed the warmth that only Iona could provide. His body needed to touch hers, not just on the surface but on the inside. As his lips devoured hers mercilessly, Iona surrendered completely to the searching o...

Because after a whileThere are no wordsNothing that has not already been saidIn every octaveWith every toneFast and spelled out for youS L O W L YWe have been soft with one anotherDesperate in our love makingI have taken your handYou have taken mineWe have placed the fingertips of the otherOn pulse pointsStroked hidden placesAnd pleaded "love me"Felt the heat it generatesThe frictionThe tensionThe fearThe peaceSometimes w...

What you should fearIs Passion's voice When it callsLow and subtleBecause when she speaksIt feels like the windAgainst your skinRight before it sweeps upward And whispers in the leaves of treesIt is your new name you hearWhat you will now call yourselfThat pulls your eyes to the skyThat loosens a joyous tearPassion is the color of twilightWhere darkness and light interchangeWhat both heats youAnd gives you a chillThe move...

I envy the typeWomen who ebb with the flowBalanced in their temperamentsAnd passionsThey are pastels of pinkness Their darkness is a shade of blueTheir voices fall gently on the earEven at a high pitch They merely alarmTheir coldness is frostyTheir fire ThreateningThey show you the hand's palmCareful not to scratchTheir fight is like SurrenderI am a stormOn sandAnd at sea Constantly wielding the powerTo drown or resuscita...

I want to un-fuck youTo un-see youWith my heart's eyeI want to not walk into a roomAnd search for youI want to be able to breatheEven if you don't notice meWith consciousness or prideWhen night comesI want to sleepWith my eyes closedDreaming of nothing that involvesMemories of youAnd that body defining this bodyThose handsYour touchI want to not feel you on my skinSmell you in my coversI want to spread myself out wideAcro...

For just a guy with rope...Lost in delusionsI once assumed A certainty of selfThis is where I beginThis is where I endThis is where I standWho I amNow with My feet tucked beneath meRelieved of the weightOf my own beingOn my knees before youHands folded FreeYour finger under my chinI look up into the depth That is the calmness of your eyesI watch The curve of your lipsAs you speakYour soundsFilling the crevicesOf my opened...

I wrote you once When we were newWhile my body still trembledFrom the first feel of youYour essence And mineStill creepingDown my inner thighA short letter Of words meant to explainWhat I could not The weaknesses you createdImmortalizedBy the stain of blue ink on white paperI wrote it in my most decorative scriptScented with the pheromones Of my sex Sprinkled with whatever magic Or undeserved kindnessBrought you to meI ki...

Your kind of love snaps The back like Whiplash claiming All of my attentions but Returns none with A quickness that is Slow in purpose and Easily teases with its torments repeatedly Placed on random parts of My skin already Hot and bothered I Cannot seem to recover with Any form of grace causing Me bouts of furious femininity that Results in the parting of my thigh's flesh so That I can catch your eyes and The subtle sway...

Just above the surface of my skinIs where your touch Begins Like a mist that crawls across overheated earth In the coolness of the morning airYou feel the heat within meRiseAgainst your palmsStirring early sounds You smileI sigh Fine hairs standReaching For the magnetic pull of your handsAnd swayAs you float over my fleshMy body is already impatientAnd you have just begun You prefer this game BareSo here I sitAs if clothe...

Jessica’s perfect form hung just inches from the floor at the slightest of angles, facing the skylight of his loft. Her back was gracefully arched, arms drawn back and down. Her inner wrists were joined behind her, two fists kissing each other, thumb lying beside thumb, and a series of well-spaced, ornate knots linked them to her secured ankles. One set of ropes supported her upper back, gathered above and beneath her bre...

it’s not easy being a girl/sometimes/cause you were born in a world that thinks you are second/when you can hear your own heart beat/when you have danced in the womb/when you have your own rhythm/you cry out at birth/your lungs fill with your own power/they say hush but they cannot quiet the beginning of a storm/you are the whirl wind they desire to control/they won’t let you call yourself by your own spirit’s name/they d...

I never told you I was beautiful; I said no such thing. I simply smiled one day, Said hello. At that moment, The wind caught in my hair, Whipped ‘round me ‘till I landed in the right spot. Its power lifted my hem. I grinned with a thought; You grinned in recognition. Like magic, You beheld beauty. I never asked you to want me. I said no such thing. There was an emptiness in your eyes, That I felt the need to fill. Missing...