Attraction sometimes form to rekindle desires

on a starved lonely soul, or a body left neglected-

Lend me a kiss and a hundred I’ll return

full of passion and lust that will burn,

hungry eyes on your body the contour

of flesh where my wants became melted

long ago and now begin

to arouse once again-

Let your taste find a place on my tongue

and my fantasies play

where my hands on your breasts

may believe it is there they belong-

And to imagine you as mine! Give me a day

to roam free where I’m  bound

to get lost in the pleasure you offer

for one day to rekindle desires

on your skin where I found

all my wishes were drawn-


June 2018

“I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.”

― Laurell K. Hamilton


Of Love Remains


Of Love Remains


Her substance lasted-

Somewhere inside

she shaped my being

and left a trace that most times hide

but burns at night in lucid dreams

of mangrove trees and salty waves

where in a niche from prying eyes

our legs entwined

in calming seas and became slaves

of fiery kisses and heated thighs-

She left a something under my skin,

a restless need to be again

inside her flesh, to be define

by sun and sand, somewhere within

she still remains in time defied

after her bones are bared and dry

and nothing left, she still remains

somewhere inside-



 “Desire is the kind of thing that

eats you


leaves you starving.”

― Nayyirah Waheed





You swim in shallow waters-

Your glistening skin pale against the sky

glides smoothly,

unnoticed deep beneath

your enticing ripples I shy

away from possibilities.

But how I wish to feel

your softness with my hands,

your raw passion

to offer this lone flesh relief

from these wicked wants

that burn underneath

the placid surface-


“Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent,

more perfect than all that a man can invent.”

― Roman Payne, The Love of Europa

What Floats Inside


What Floats Inside


Like smoke in a windowless room

trapped desires come to play mind games,

fantasies dare not show in daylight

but in rooms within she plays despite

her dress seam below bared knees

quietly hiding the flames

burning, burning for illicit dreams

of hard cocks and flesh that screams

for more of the pleasure pain!

But what a sweet smile,

an angel like woman beautifully pure

secretly waiting for night to lure

desires into the open skin

above her knees her dress seam

raised high

burning, burning for flesh that screams

for more of what hides within-






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

Think of me


Think of me


Think of me for one moment late at night

when his hands under sheets find your wants

to relieve all the heat

and his lips find your skin

while you cry for his love and discrete

with my name briefly sin

for a moment,

if you do think of me-


“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”

― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray





Wild little things hiding under skin

waiting to be fed

starving in my loneliness

late at night in bed-

And they claw their way

digging deep within

for my foolish wants,

hungry little things will not go away

wanting to be fed-


“I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

I want.”

― Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants