Enough of sad poems... Part IIIMy hands grip your hips, firm, possessive. I breathe you in, intoxicated by how ready you are for me. I press into you without patience, control gone, need taking over. Your moans spill freely— pure music, pulling me deeper. My hand slides forward,... See More »
Enough of sad poems... Part III love the way your eyes linger on my lips, hungry, aching to taste. Our first kisses are slow, almost careful— then teeth, gentle bites, mouths opening, tongues tangling, losing any sense of control we pretended to have. You push back into me,... See More »
Be that check on the bucket list.....of crows. When I really dont wanna....do: There are times when the presence of the public eye is is not the apple I wanna be. So I imagine there are group of birds that are " people watchers " who've been waiting their entire bird lives to... See More »
