At the groceryI noticed her eyes first—those stunning, unforgettable eyes—and then her smile. I couldn’t look away. My mind kept drifting, imagining what it would be like to be close to her. The curve of her lips, her body, the way she moved… it completely distrac... See More »
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 »
