Sensuous moments, caught in time, Of those who make their love in rhyme, Inked black on white, across the sheet In tones explicit, or discreet. In bedrooms, bathrooms, al fresco, Or upon transport where they go, Reader imaginatively Joins in the erotic journey. They invite the reader to feel They are taking part in the 'meal', Making women with pleasure purr, And men wish that they were with 'her'.
a beauty who sheathesherself in darkness,she dances through my dreams.her slender hands lingerin my unruly hairand her face haunts my eyelids.this should be wrong-or so I've heard,but I've tasted her poisonand now I'm attracted,swinging around in a dazeof blissful sin.
I want to drown him, make him choke on my liquid love, watch his beautiful eyes fill up with tears, I want to be the last thing... the last thing he sees... smells... tastes... the last thing!
Be still my rapid beating heart Quell my ragged breath Shush the moans that are pulled from my throat With hooded lids hide the desire from my eyes He commands and I must respect Final release is in the waiting Lashes like ripples of ecstasy across my skin Shackles of a darker love at my wrists Pain, fear and longing, a distinctive scent is in the air He demands and I must obey Whispered words and demonstrations of elicit delight Threaten to make me lose control His willing slave of desire No longer able to hold back, I beg He relents and I am allowed full unrestrained pleasure Masterfully He plays me like a gilded harp Thrumming my strings...my body sings for only Him I am made complete in sinful passions And He is sanctified in my sweet essence.