Category Archives: Poetry

You were a great experiment. One that I constantly looked forward to learning more about, reaching further into, building with. But you grew cold so quick, it left my psyche bruised. My interest losing its spark, feeling a little used. You were so glorious in the moments, I was eager to please, But you pushedContinue reading “it happens to the best of us”

The closer you get, the more vivid the color. Imagine what you could feel if you would do more than just touch or taste it. Only fools waste (something good only to feel what it’s like) to want (something else). Somehow I am ::hovering quietly to:: not.

Keep me sharp lover. Take care of my instinct, Don’t let me let go of my fire. Bring that newness of desire, For however long I may keep you. And when you release that feel… I’ll keep it safe in my vein. A certain heat that’s become a part of me. And I’ll feed.

I’m your beggar. Crawling on my knees, aching like a fiend. Come on and give it to me, please. I’ll take only what I need. I promise.

Softly spoken Eyes wide open Hearts telling her the story to hear. Legs bare, chest bare Guarded in that knowing stare Hearts telling her all the secrets she already knew. Body still With curves that kill Hearts swollen. There’s no room left for cold lovers. And in the quiet of the nights, she found thatContinue reading “Always and Increasingly”

Never try to tame what lives inside me… No one can, no one will.

Naughtiest when I’m alone by myself. Caught up in my own fire, dabbling in motivated imagination. The strap falls, the panty slips. I’m free to faultier and bite my own lip. Ugh. You can come if you want to, Be my guest to do everything we should do. I like it when you are aroundContinue reading “lit.”

playing with fire at oceans break, my limbs are wet and I’m ready to dive.

Be sure to kiss her anywhere you can find a beauty mark on her body.

Here I am, here you’ll find me in the quiet of the night. Hiding with the beats within the groove. They’re molding me quietly into a perfect format of eager eyes and glistening lips. Sullen to find, with an arched back and achy fingers, Dripping with paint. Waiting to wash themselves all over you. AndContinue reading “You know where to find me”