Never enough

Bend yourself over

Pull yourself apart

Let me see

That work of damned art

Ask me nicely

Beg me to fill

Want me to fuck you

Need me to fill

Take me deep

Every last inch

Push yourself back

My horny lil bitch

Cum as I cum

Deep deep inside

Let our lust loose

To run down your thighs

Turn stand and hold me

Feel lust turn to love

Tell me you want more

That I’m never enough


My fingers slowly trace your form.

Lithe, taut, so far from the norm.

A vision of heaven, personified.

My beauty, my love, led by my side.

A gift from only god knows where.

Lying beside me in love’s glow shared

Letting me trace our story that’s true.

Across the naked Angel, that Angel you.

Lost In You

Little heart-quakes ripple deep

The motion of this pain is slow and steep

Suffocating pressure is jenga’d on my chest

Why can’t my desire stop and rest?

It keeps pulling at these zigzagging stacked bars

Using them to form our make-believe home in the stars

Divinity is what you represent

An epiphany, but was it heaven sent?

Your love is an opportunity I won’t forsake

This primal animal magnetism impossible to shake

My eyes Trace your soul’s reach

As my fingers scratch to breach

What my mind has already tripped over

I am falling…

I am falling…

I am falling…

I’m lost inside of you

You know it’s true

via Daily Prompt: Trace


Love’s sobriety hasn’t sobered me

Instead I am a junkie looking for it to fix me

It’s sprinting and zigzagging down my face

Painting in black my life’s sad disgrace

I’m deeply in love with you, but in bed with him

I can’t Buff this all better, make it appear less dim

So choose the vein you wish to prick!

But go slow, very slow…please don’t be quick

I want to savor the sweet moment you enter me

Right here, right now…in my prime

Because maybe there won’t be a next time

via Daily Prompt: Buff


Through music my love you soothe my soul.

Through aural enrapturement you make me whole.

The sounds you suggest, hit home, strike my heart.

The love you’ve shown, hits home, hits hard.

Never stop sending your mix tapes to me.

Always bring me your tunes of belief.

For I will listen long after my eyes fail.

I will listen and love our loves tale.