Little did I know that Saturday morning when I went to the grocery store, that my life was about to change. I was in the bakery section of our local supermarket, selecting some fresh croissants, when I had that feeling. You know that feeling - that sense that someone was looking at me. I glanced up and saw a man wearing a baseball cap, partially obscuring his face. He seemed to be looking at me intently. I smiled briefly...

Crying alone in my cold, empty bed, Your pictures spin in my head. Darling, I yearn for your tender touch, The distance between us hurts too much. ♡ No cyber love can match your kiss, It's not just your touch that I miss. Please hurry home to me, I need your warmth desperately. ♡ I promise I'll be your good girl, Proving you're my entire world. I'll kneel for you by the door, Eager to feel you deep inside my molten core....

She ruined men. If they were lucky. She didn’t want a protector, handyman, or a sugar daddy. She wanted to fuck. Always. Her amorous ardour was raucous. She lived like a dance, her voice an intoxicating rhythm that filled whichever floor she graced. In her presence, you were never enough for you. Addiction was instant. Incurable. Men abandoned lovers on her opening beat. But not before those lovers were dancing for her, t...

He wore only denim cutoffs and work boots, his powerful body slick with sweat; his shirt hung on the gate as he worked in my garden, oblivious to me watching from above. My mind on a flight of fantasy, touching myself, I was shocked when I opened my eyes only to find him now watching me! I hesitated, but then continued, turning to give him a better view. He smiled as he lowered his zipper, freeing his proud, rampant manho...

I’ll never bring her roses damasked, white or red, Nor watch her blush responding to my kiss; And never will I take my girl to bed For night of love and passion, dream and bliss. I’ll never have her tremble in my arms I'll never smell or taste her oozing charms; And never will entangled in embrace Her thighs could quiver cumming on my face. And never will I watch her darkened eyes When whimpering and begging in her need S...

She can find me in my poems, When she craves my erect pen during her day and in her nights She may look for me in the noir veil of the fog, But I am on some foreign shore She is dominated by a powerful lust That she can’t control While she weeps she is Waiting Pining For him His nocturnal return His fingers On her frail shoulders Controlling her burn feeling His heat in her The thought of it It erupts her She reaches out...

Sitting here in the darkness I long to feel your touch I miss the sparkle of your blue eyes They always bring me such peace I hope you miss the feel of my purple lips on your skin I sit here hoping you will let me down slowly When you think of me Please know I love you Maybe you will change your mind And love me like you used to My heart is breaking I hope yours is too Hoping you find your way Back to me Closing my eyes i...

Clutching the dirty shirt you left behind, I breathe in your scent, pressing it to my face. I can never get enough of you, much like an addict who is dying for their fix. The ache of your absence pierces my heart, and I fight back the tears that are welling up as I take your shirt to my bedroom and place it next to my pillow so that I can fall asleep with your scent lingering beside me. When I close my eyes at night, the...

My Dearest Shane, It's when the melancholy and longing for what could have been get the best of me that I go to the drawer. I know right where to find the plastic bag with my hand without searching. Far in the back of the bottom drawer of my dresser on the right, that's where it lives. I've done it a hundred times in the five years since that night in the hotel in Washington, D.C. It's a ritual that I repeat more frequent...