One Morning
it is 5 a.m. the dark room is still the air is sweet with you
(Im)Purity
"Oh Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet." - Saint Augustine No, not yet, not today Today I want to take you in my arms and plant kisses of fire on your neck
I Like
A kiss on the cheek Soft and sweet Or tongues deep In secret communion A hand to hold While walking down the street Or tightly between the sheets Or gently […]
A kiss
With a promise Of ecstasy You press softly Against my cheek Your dewy nectar Enchanted potion Sweet and musky Fills my senses Drives me on To higher pleasure Fingers touch […]
waves
like a tide drawn by the moon to a familiar shore I roll into the warmth of you to blanket you in a fevered passion that remains ignited from the […]
Tuesday
The night is long The bed large and empty as a vacant lot I raise up as if from a depth of heavy water Gasping for breath Reaching like a […]
Home
after a lifetime of drifting on this empty sea carried by winds of misfortune and currents of indecision past welcoming shores and island oasis where the promise of life is […]