(soothing balm) light rain last midnight's tears now forgotten in mind for they're softly kissed in morn's light healed soul ~ (over morning coffee) surely as yet so new become familiar these meetings of scorched and shared skins but how ~ (waves of mauve) rouged lips...
She is short skirts, long drags on cigarettes, eloquently cursing through the rings She thinks nastily, with rhetorical fondness, preening the eccentric hoopla of her Donjon's memoirs There, she has kept such pets in fresh-spun webs, groomed between her fingers, in...
Sonnet 18+by Ashley ListerShall I compare thee to a porno star? Thou art more lovely and more sexy too: I've yearned to have you naked in my car, And I would really love to service you:Sometimes you let me glimpse your muffin tops, Your shorts reveal your sweet and...
My loneliness begins with scent's absence While my body is still; private craving Fills the air with an imagined incense Till my worship's no longer worth saving For a slow savor. I dwell on my curve, And paradox of self-subjugation, Till philosophy falls away. I...
I want to be spanked. I want to be spanked with my ass high in the air legs spread cunt exposed squishy wet slaps that ring through me like a bell across the bare walls and echo back. I want to feel that velvet shock wave surging from my bent belly quaking through my...
Your clothesby John Ein an instant of unsubtle prologue scatter the story as far as the bedroom door, and the clean carpet in the corner of our room; your panties land on the sill a moment, then wisp away. You're naked now: so soon? until i look into your eyes i'm...
she believed in love(the saccharine moon, forever, lipstick smears, no trace of time and nights so black so thick-with-black but soon the day becomes; and light's a prayer sublime) and she loved love(such whole unknowingness -the ghost of Eros but a playing child...
Four Haiku by Helena Settimana cherry blossom spring kisses under budding trees youth aches for summer fragrant sunstruck tans scent of the lake shore rising rowan tree in bloom my thoughts fly southward earth and wood scent of your cock rustling russet ground skirts...
One more weekend I spend it sorting laundry pennies toys longing to feel your presence within manipulating teasing pushing limits to orgasmic heights yearning wet thighs spasm desire drawing within a phantom you hungering slurped savor emptying into reddened lips...
This is my first time With a foreigner, he says. But it isn't mine.... Donna George Storey — 2012 * * * * * warm as sun, your smile opens me like a flower in the morning light Olivia Summersweet © 2012 * * * * * Rode her like a pro: old woman, girly - rent paid Steve...