For the first time in a long time She dreads the walk up to her room Usually, he is there to reassure her And hold her tight.     But not tonight He made his choice To toss her aside And crush her Christmas wish.     She looks around the room Remembering better times When they loved and cherished each other From dusk until dawn and back again     She pulls on his shirt then climbs into bed and cuddles what was his pillow...

His candle burned at both ends, It could not last the night.   But readers and friends all agree, It gave such a marvelous light.

Sitting in the coffee shop in the park last Sunday morning, nursing a well-deserved hangover, I picked idly at a flake of skin on my leg. Then I realised it wasn’t skin at all, but dried semen. Wryly, I recalled the events of the night before. It had been after a party, in another part of London. I’d been drunk, and so had he. Waiting for separate night buses, we’d snogged in the shelter, kisses getting rougher as our dri...

Color my feelings and shade them in.Paint my heart and lips red.Brush my mind with bright colored strokes.Prisms of light touch my soul when you color my skin.Crimson prints your fingers leave on my heart.Sunbursts bloom in my eyes when thoughts pass through.New colors discovered over time.Rainbow shades never seen before or again.Invented, imagined paint shades color my life. Fading but remaining forever yours and mine.

Today is the day of celebration, Where people gather together to feel love, A year of firsts and lasts is almost over, And giving and receiving takes place. Some people may wake up to joyous laughter, Some people may way up to hurt and pain, Some people may wake up to burning summer, And others may wake up to snow and rain. Me myself, I hope to see faces filled with wonder, As the love I send across rings true and clear,...

Come awake,Shake it off,After so much timeLost in dreams that never came true.You have spent your senses In words to the air,Throwing your reasonInto the dust binOf your consciousness.A cleansing rain of honestyWashes awayThe fog of besotted lustUnmet and unreturned.Words have power,As you full well know,Manipulating And playing with them In ascending Stairways of verbosity,You sampled fruitsThat you plucked from the firm...

Hello, honey. It was really nice  to see you again last night. You’ve been coming to visit more often  (Not that I’m complaining, mind you.) The image of you  that remained when I woke  was that smile you had that stole my heart  so many years ago now. I think you were at a beach,  maybe Puerto Rico,  after we were out of the rough patch  and falling in love again. Remember? The lilies I planted for you  are nearly in ful...

I remember it well As if it were yesterday Your words kind and gentle Swaying me your way Your charm and charismaYour sex appeal and strength All made me want you But cautiously I kept you at arms length I knew you were a lover A man with kindness in his heart But even this melted my insides And it didn't keep us apartWith each passing dayMy bond grew stronger Until one morning I remember wellI could live without you no l...

The past remains the past,The present must be faced.The future comes at last,We mustn't judge in haste.Forgiveness is the rule,A new life must begin.And though the pain was cruelForget and love again.Remember all the good,Let pass all of the bad.You bless your friends, and should,Give joy and make them glad.Awake with dawn each dayResolving at your bestTo keep your hate at bay.If so you've passed a test.Before our lives h...

When did I last wash this sheet?It must be nearly a month. That’s awful. God, I’m such a slut. Just look at the dried-up stains on it. All that remains Of four weeks of fucks. I remember that big stain there,Where Dan fucked me feverishly one night:Then left me,Because he had an early lecture the next day.While I lay alone drifting off to sleepSemen seeping slowly out of meMaking a wet sticky patchThat I curled into a cor...

Walking in Preparing for our session Removing my clothes And folding them Placing them neatly in a pile on the floor. Thinking about what you told me When you were telling me About how the sessionswould be carried out,why I would be naked. You said that to truly submit Means giving oneself Wholly, completely Thus the clothes being a symbolic barricade Somewhere to hide. Kneeling down knees spread wide Hands on my lapHead...