Of Spells and Dreams


Of Spells and Dreams


You cradle me between legs gently

on milky skin a contrast shade

of passion penned in winter schemes,

your pelvic heat radiating wants

with urges flowing in a cascade

of loose desires-

I give you words,

you give me dreams-

I give you love,

you give me words,

but words like chants

bewitch my dreams,

if with a spell I could persuade

under my wings

for you to stay…

Would you let go and just be mine

and not confine

yourself to dreams?


“She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells”

– Dean Koontz –


A Need


A Need


This need ingrained so deep inside

this flesh that strives, and it goes on

the burning desperation

for things when gone

will leave a sense,  a subtle agitation

of blood that rushes fast

through skin that lacks a touch,

and I can say this much

about a need

ingrained so deep inside

and strives… and strives-


“We hunger in earnest for that which we cannot consume.”

― Nenia Campbell, Black Beast





Where will I touch you the first time

if I ever was to meet you?

If desires build trails, we must follow

until the fires are extinguished

or we burn down to embers-

I can almost feel you,

drunk with crimson lips of wine

numbing all my senses

if with a kiss I could swallow

your entire universe

and the universe remembers

how a flicker of light burst into fire-

And how your breasts may feel

under my trembling hands

playful nipples enticing

my mouth to satisfy my wants,

my teeth wanting to bite

and slowly drink the rising

desperation of a moment-

Then let the black lace peel

from around your waist

to expose your moonlike skin

driving me insane with desire,

my mouth creating streams

of honey flowing down

to the river between your legs.

There is where I begin

to find a placed filled with dreams

of heavens,

blissful elixir of life

in your flow I will rise

and find the fountain of youth

where my thirst will drown-

And I will take you,

until galaxies collapse into the light

you have become,

entering every space inside

in a rhythmic dance,

drunk with the feel of skin on skin

on legs spread wide

to receive everything I am,

every dream, every wish

and every want-

So tell me,

where will I touch you the first time

if I ever was to meet you?




“I want to make you weep. I want all your pleasure, Iris, all your pain, everything you are. Come for me.” And she felt herself bow with the stark white bliss of her epiphany, the shattering realization of his words and his hands and his mouth. She was gasping for breath, shaking, lost, unseeing. The center of her being pulsing with pleasure.”

― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Desire

Way to a heart


Way to a heart


If I love you in the distance,

will my muse find a way to your heart?

Stealing dreams that you guard

somewhere kept in the sea of your eyes

or the curve of your lips-

Do I kiss you to gather your words

dripping slowly in my mouth?

They part flavors of longing

and passion with hints of the unknown-

Will I find you in my bed when my hands

search the shape of your waist?

Confused dreams by my wants

late at night when your image embraced-

If I love you from far,

will my muse find a way to your heart?


“What I want is for you to touch me in ways that hands and teeth and skin cannot.”

― J. Andrew Schrecker





Whispering your name

on butterflies wings my thoughts fly

through a dusty window-

And what is it you became

since that first word kissed by your hands

found its way to this weary heart?

I dream of you

my precious unfulfilled wish,

pendent desires looking for a home

in faraway lands

where your smile feeds my streams

of loose emotions-

Will you think of me tonight?

Concealed dreams

finding a way to your pillow

with restless hands

fantasizing a touch to ignite

on your skin small implosions,

while your lips quietly tremble

whispering my name-


“I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.”

― Jeanette Winterson

Frost and Fire


Frost and Fire


And then I wonder

how it is possible you are like snow

but burn much hotter

than what I’m made

of sand and sun,

to adore the flakes of winter storms

and radiate light that shifts and forms

my salty dreams

of pale white skin-

And how you hold a winter heart

that doesn’t melt with all the heat

burning within,

and then I wonder,

if we are extremes

and our lives so far apart

why do I seek a northern star

to shine on me the brightest light,

and crave your lips of crimson red

to burn a path where winter meets

my summer wants across my bed-


“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”

― John Steinbeck

A Pause


A Pause


You are a pause between each breath,

 a pulsing life inside my lungs

that flies around before I exhale

and all of you becomes impaled

in every cell and nerve that strive-

For just two seconds I hold you in

and whatever is that stays behind

it sooth my soul,

it feeds my mind,

and lights the fires deep within-


“It is not that you fall in love with a beautiful person; the process is just the opposite. When you fall in love with some person, the person looks beautiful. It is love that brings the idea of beauty in, not vice versa.”

― Osho, Intelligence: The Creative Response to Now