The question: why not. The answer:why not. Strong hands, working hands, Hands that build. Not soft stroking hands But determined, pumping hands Meant to have my seed out. Excitement. Openness. Yet, reluctance. No man has seen this from me. No man has taken this from me, No man has given me this. My stranger. Does he feel my thrill? Is he thrilled? He looks at my cock As if he could see What his hand feels. Swelling. Wanti...

Three days And three nights, Mars and Venus Flickering, About to fall. A crescent moon, A Lover’s Moon, between. While Mars soon wandered Through Orion Venus lingered, petals open. Far away nightingales Calling glass clear. Venus spread her wings. Hurry! Dawn comes. And she soon will take her leave

Isn’t it best fucking done  Through a wild and threatening storm? That night there were flashes along the horizon Mingling with the glistening city lights That winked in the distance like fireflies Through silver streamers of driven rain. No moon, No stars.   Safe inside your room I was safe inside you. We went at it in the inky blackness Ripped bright by blue-white flares. My climax hammered through me In beams and bolts...

First, she guided me down. I followed her taste to her center. Plaisir de la mer. I lapped at it until She gifted me a shudder As gentle as a fawn waking. She declined a search  For more from me Instead, urging me to mount.   “Inside,” she said. “Go inside.”   We joined.  We mingled. Choirs sang the Angelus. Tremors came on  with shoot and clench. Then a sweetness came on, then A sweetness came on too.

The young concubine  Unpinned her raven hair, Which was as long as the Tang River. (The boatman skulls)   Her hands pleasured the troubled emperor In the hidden palace of the red city Until his royal spar parted his silken robe. Then, obedient, she drew open herself for him. (Pose of the Waterfall)   He mounted her Until the moon rose over the distant white tipped mountains.  (wei Jin, Wei Jin, he moaned)   After, they sl...