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
Dreamscape
The breeze carries the whisper of my name an unknown voice of longing calling me from slumbers beckoning me into unfamiliar dreamscapes I cannot
Fire
The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe down to my neck, marking
Waking Dreams (revisited)
Your eyes haunt me as I wander in this waking dream the way you look at me the way you look into me seeing everything
Shelter
You are liquid warmth In the long frosty nights You are soft whisper In a world that only shouts You are gentle touch In a
Whisper
Tear drops trace your cheek bones almost languid in their flow Whisper soft my hand reaches out delicately wipes errant tears away caressing wet
Haven
we are often just ships passing by during the frenetic work week our sleep/wake cycles not in sync ruminating silently in the night hours over
