The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe to my neck, marking your
Category: Erotica
Falling
I stand before you more naked more stripped down than I have ever been vulnerable unsteady I have always thought falling in love would be
White Flag
your mouth is so close that I can feel the warmth of your breath smell your last cup of coffee we have been circling each
Saturday Afternoon Poetry
bare skin glides against my rough edges like warm sand you buff my contours smooth mouth tracing the trail of my vertebrae you become cartographer of
