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Midnight Verses

Magical mysteries at times, simply have to be accepted

Slipping into the midnight of our verses My muse pours out her soul she begs me to devour her as she offers herself before me Our love language spoken through guttural sounds craving adventure She is free to cross my boundaries and savor my heart in flight Our shared poetry seeps into our bewitched moans like fire and in this magic moment Pleasures slice so deep within we scream with delirium Reborn lovers wrapped in lust...

Traces Of Moonlight

Why do I write, or even, how do I write ?

I write in traces of moonlight, sharing my words in poetic whispers to an audience of stars attending to a midnight blue sky I write with traces of stardust in my eyes When the moon is full and the northern lights dance and swirl my heart shimmers for I know that the muse is within me As she stirs me with her voice of silk my heart glows and my mind can never settle till she has spoken of her desires My fear Should I not...

I am mesmerized by your darkness so I blindly follow you down the rabbit hole of your desires My delicate lace underwear melts from my body damp from my being under your gaze Your words are tied like bows around my heart As you caress my breasts and adorn my nipples with trinkets My body becomes alive sensations scatter in a cascade of time I revel with burning desires sigh in ecstasy longing for relief As you whisper you...

As I have stripped the layers back To soothe my battered soul There’s nothing now that I shall lack When you shall make me whole * To build again a life of joy My hope is growing bold To blend our hearts a new alloy Our future warms with hearts of gold * My precious muse, my special one We share this intimacy that’s rare My fears, anxieties are gone Your essence is beyond compare * The music of our hearts is strong The po...

"Caroline, you know how much I admire your talent as a sculptor. Your eye, the dexterity of your hands creating a work of art, it just staggers me." "Thank you, my love." "And what an honor it is that you would use my body as your model, your muse." "Seeing you laying there, gloriously naked and open to me, how could I choose otherwise?" "It's just that maybe you should go a bit more abstract." "Why?" "I just saw old man...

Author Meets Reader

That she agreed to sit for me was a surprise, but far from the only one.

The woman hurried towards me, then when she was close enough for there to be eye contact, she pulled up. For a moment I thought she was going to run away. Then she put one foot in front of the other, moving at a snail’s pace. “Martin?” she asked, extending a cautious hand. “And you must be Meghan,” I said as we shook. “Sorry I’m late. Only…” “Think nothing of it.” I glanced up at the town hall clock, as I had done at inte...

Leanan

A young author gets her inspiration from a surprising source

“Thank you for your submission. Unfortunately, having carefully considered your proposal, we don’t feel we are in a position to proceed with it at this time. ” Catherine let the paper fall from her fingers and slide onto the kitchen table. She picked up the next envelope. “Thank you for your novel proposal. We regret that at the moment we are not accepting any unsolicited work.” She opened the final letter. “Thank you for...

Ode to a Muse

For all the women who have inspired me to write. This is my thanks.

At first, there was darkness. The kind of darkness that is absolute and oppressing, forbidding of contrast and all the more empty for it. In this darkness, layed a lump, oblivious and indifferent to its surroundings. A single ray of light pierced the darkness, like a herald to your glory. Suddenly, things inside the darkness took shape and the lump saw himself for what he was for the first time. Invigorated, the man stumb...

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Hold on a little Longer

I’ll be there soon.

I see you struggling.You need what is real.I know you ache for me.I’m waiting for you. Hold on a little longerfor me baby   We both once had everything,Can never get that back.It’s time to move forward,Begin a new story for us.  Just hold on a little longerfor me baby   When searching the earth,You didn’t make it to my place.Nothing is beyond us,If you wish hard enough.  Please hold on a little longerFor me baby Give me a...

Maya’s Mischief. 1: Titty Fuck

Maya detonates Brad’s grenade

“Mmm, baaaby, I want you so bad right now.”Maya turned from the dresser and looked at Brad as he lay on the bed slowly stroking his hard cock, tormented with desire. A sharp tingle shot through her pussy.“Ooh, let me,” Maya purred. She really hadn’t thought about being naughty until she saw Brad playing but, as usual, it didn’t take much to get her going.Maya was bewitching in her naked glory: a beautiful face framed by w...

There was diversity Among the roses And he picked me. Sensuous and soulful Swaying in the wind, My scent disperses, Rendering him helpless To my sexual prowess. I become his aphrodisiac, His muse Inspiring, alluring, loving, Like an angel, A beacon of hope. He grasps on Never letting go, For eternity.  

You offered your throat, I stole your breath. You opened my flesh, Painted your nails crimson with me. You, pierced, impaled, transfixed. Me, spewing my fire in your womb. And when we fucked, We became untameable love. And when we fucked, The gods were made to know envy. And when we fucked, Lovers blushed. And when we fucked, The dead poets dreamed once more.

The Sculptor And His Muse - Part Two

We kiss like we are starving and our only sustenance is each other.

Friday December 9th 1910 A little after 2pm. Paris I step outside into the alleyway. Lifting my head to the dark and cloudy sky, the now heavy snow hits me in the face like tiny needles. It confirms my awareness. The wind forming a sideways funnel of icy flakes in the alley feels good. I was burning up in there, not so much from the stove, but from watching her. The recent turn of events makes me question my sanity. I wal...

You Will Definitely Get laid

Fucking At A Rock Concert

You want to dance? What's your style?A slow dance, or RockLet us think for a while.I want this dateTo be divineTo show that I'm yoursAnd you're forever mineBut babyOne thing you cant accuseThe way to my heartInvolves tickets to see MuseThey are writing a new albumIt puts me in a dazeIf you get us tickets to go see them my loveYou will definitely get laid.I promise to be naughtyIn every way that I shouldAnd misbehave in on...

The Muse's Poem

We are not making love, we are making poetry.

This is not a love poem. Let us not insult each other By wasting pretty words Or precious time. We are not of the same cut As those romantics, Those who see eternity In the face of flowers. This muse has already, Willingly, Spread her legs, Allowed you to taste her sweetness, To feel the silkiness Of her petals Against your tongue, And pluck, Understanding that where there is Pure art There is divine ecstasy And there is...