Who is there hiding in the dark
shadows play in their truest form
leaving only trails of doubts and forlorn
making no attempt to hide their scorn
as desire changes angels to beast ’til the morn.

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Summer Heat

“So sweet and delicious do I become,
when I am in bed with a man
who, I sense, loves and enjoys me,
that the pleasure I bring excels all delight,
so the knot of love, however tight
it seemed before, is tied tighter still.” – Veronica Franco

Eyes in such a haze
a burning heat is crawling
tongues suddenly flicked
as she grabbed his damp hair
her back arching
moans submissive and aching
her body is screaming
as he taste such sweetness
crazed in a pot of honey
addicted and hungry
they fortuitously danced and melt
in that humid summer air.

How Can I Start

I have read sonnets

I have spoken every slights of romanticism

I have cried in every Shakespearean agony

I have wished for Neruda’s love story

I have felt and bask in the early morning breeze

hoping every time that a single dew of love to come to me

to express and feel and rejoice in the glory and its ballad

in its multi coloured facets and picturesque fantasy

I want to be filled, impassioned and be driven

Yes! madly in love as the moon worships the sun

I want to be enraged and feel the hunger of a man’s lips

I want to feel you, and only you.. and believe in forever with you.







Guilty Pleasure

Unwavering, the fire ran amock inside
pushing and thrashing all the restraints
sanity has fallen and left astray
leaving with the gnaw and pure needcropped-dscn1093.jpg
for a sultry dance that wracks my bed with need.

Awaken the dragon, awaken thy passion
let it flow and delight the angels
make me yearn and abhor every strokes
make me bleed and rasp in gentle murmurs
oh guilty pleasures of the morn
you sicken and cures my soul.