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A Time To Sow

I scheme to provide my gardener a fertile field in which to plant his seed, giving me the only thing my dear husband cannot...

He wore only denim cutoffs and work boots, his powerful body slick with sweat; his shirt hung on the gate as he worked in my garden, oblivious to me watching from above. My mind on a flight of fantasy, touching myself, I was shocked when I opened my eyes...

I'll Never...

A Sonnet to a Virtual Lover

I’ll never bring her roses damasked, white or red, Nor watch her blush responding to my kiss; And never will I take my girl to bed For night of love and passion, dream and bliss. I’ll never have her tremble in my arms I'll never smell or taste her oozing...

The Power Of My Pen

when the depth of longing is powerful

She can find me in my poems, When she craves my erect pen during her day and in her nights She may look for me in the noir veil of the fog, But I am on some foreign shore She is dominated by a powerful lust That she can’t control While she weeps she is Wa...

Missing You

I look at him, missing what we had.

Sitting here in the darkness I long to feel your touch I miss the sparkle of your blue eyes They always bring me such peace I hope you miss the feel of my purple lips on your skin I sit here hoping you will let me down slowly When you think of me Please k...

My Flower

The one I dream of

You are the fire, a radiant blaze, Kindling passion in a thousand ways. Your touch, electric, sets my heart aglow, Your voice, a siren's call, it does bestow. Your smile, a sunbeam that lights my world, your lips, like velvet, their secrets unfurled. Toge...

I Pine

The pining for simple human with human pleasure.

I pine for this name. And I pine for that name. I pine for others because that is the existence that this platform is capable of. You pine for a mere moment of words that may last for a few minutes. Because more or less likely, they've found another frien...

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“Till death do we part” describes an end; no mortal man will suffice when she craves eternity. And so the wanton beauty dares enter the shadows and gazes into red stained eyes. Prey has never sought him out, so he’s hesitant until she parts her provocativ...

The Drawer With The Secret

A melancholy letter to Shane, the love of my life...and the one I let get away...

My Dearest Shane, It's when the melancholy and longing for what could have been get the best of me that I go to the drawer. I know right where to find the plastic bag with my hand without searching. Far in the back of the bottom drawer of my dresser on th...

You

When nothing else matters.

He takes the lead, her body begging him to take control. She has repeatedly given herself to him, her passion and longing to be only his. He sensed the need of her desire as his tongue moved briskly about her body. Their bodies need to be one, their needs...

I Wonder

There is no need to read minds, when you read a lovers heart

She said “Your words are like a gentle caress to my soul For your words have the power to undress my being temper my pride visit me in dreams to make love to my mind I wonder do you ever catch the subtle dance of my lingering gaze silently revealing the d...