My love for you is SweetnessLike honey suckledDirectly from the combSweeter than sweet Unadulterated By exposure to mere airWe lay upon raw silkCleansed By the sweat of our own bodiesFloating on the scent that intoxicatesAnd the tastes that call usBack fo...
Girl, why you cry’n‘Cause he done let you goSpit you outFucked you this wayPulled you that wayAnd now your heart’s asunderI ought to slap you Just like he didRight up-side your headBut harder You see the problem isYou ain’t never been loved rightOh, you d...
I wanted to write a poem for you. I've never written one before. I've seen that little book you keep, the cuts and pastes of your life, a collection of words. I've seen the pictures and the artful curve of your script. I've seen you nurture it when y...
I hate you, All who are like you. So, I keep you close In view Because that’s where enemies belong. That way I can watch The clarity of deep green eyes, Pupils that dilate and narrow With the subtle shift of your smile. I shall not be mesmerized ...
When you love an artist, sometimes you feel as if you are loving alone. The love they have for their art wells up inside of them, expands and nothing else can remain. That is what makes them what they are, extraordinary, with gifts that only God can hand...
There are moments Like this When you need more from me. You don’t just want my kisses, My roaming hands and tongue, My sweet words Whispered in your ear, Deep moans of satisfaction When you enter me, Slow grinds That intensify And tender cries ...
I am fluent In many languages I communicate in many forms By the shift of my tongue The curve of my lips As they mouth the words Come to me With an intonation Specific to my melody A harmonious call issued A song of my heart The singing of my b...
She was on her knees. His cock, long, thick and perfectly formed, was in her hand. It was rock hard and curved upward. Her other hand ran across the tight stretch of skin over the muscles of his lower abdomen. For some strange reason, she knew that was a...
I want to tell you, Tell you about a woman’s love, Because the world does not know enough. There are few words sufficient in nature With meanings that can cover the depth Of what she gives When she chooses To open her arms, To soothe you from with...
Reality is heavy Duty is steep Tell me a story To help me sleep It doesn’t need a hero A middle or an end Just start with the words And let us begin Give me fear And hate and pain Sometimes, crying Releases the strain Make me laugh And dance and...
My body aches. It is an ache that reaches from my toes, toes that curled each and every time he made me come, to the follicles of my hair, hair he had wrapped around his thick fingers and pulled with such perfect timing. It hurt to even open my eyes, beca...
Be selfish with me My loverLook at this bodyThrough the eyesOf your own narcissism Let it blind you no morePlace your hand At the meeting of my thighsAnd firmly gripWhat you know dripsFor youTaste itLet your eyes bore through meAs you force through gritte...
I try to find the point At which you entered. But, there is no line Of demarcation For where my body begins And where yours ends, No great divide To direct the flow Of water that runs so deep. Nature is unprepared for the power That swells up wi...
One day he will find you He will be the one across the room Or behind you Out of view But you will feel him Your heart will flutter From recognition A familiarity A wish Beyond your comprehension You will remember Something you had not realized...
I am bathed in my own moralsMy heart broken On the curve of the beachIn the damp sand Where the water rises to greet And then slips silently awayEbbs and flows Under the oblivious light of the moonThe wind fingers my hairBut offers no armsI am alone with...
