Imagine – Adult

When you wrap your hand around yourself and move it up and down enjoying that raw pleasure… do you think of me? Do you imagine I’m with you biting your ear? Because when I’m touching myself just right… I imagine you’re here. Baby come home… Lover, I’m waiting for you to return so we can

Pulse – Adult

There are times when my body pulses with need for you… for your fingers your tongue your determination Nothing else can satisfy the pulse I get… except feeling yours inside of me. Picture from Pexels

Fuss Over Me

Why don’t you make a fuss over me,celebrate me and the things I have done?I know you celebrate others,use all your encouraging words and shout-out-loud with pride. Why don’t you treasure me, love me tenderly and show me that you care? I know you used to, back when we were younger and you were elated

Poetic Wreckage

The way you view the world and the way you love in poetry is like a silent hurricane… it takes me by surprise overwhelms mepulls me apart For some reason it hurts my heart to see it even if it’s just ideas you have pieced together I want to be loved like that I want

Little Teases – Adult

I get a certain kind of pleasure when I run my fingers down your sides and watch you flinch from the sensation. I love to discreetly rub your crotch and whisper something suggestive in your ear while we have a house full of guests for dinner. I get a kick out of sending you dirty

Lonely Cigarettes

I wonder where his fingers run to since they left mine… Do they run towards creativityand masterful words capturing every emotionordo they run towards cigarettesand lonely hours spent awake with his dark thoughts? Picture from Pinterest

Don’t write for me

Please don’t write poetry for me My soft heart Just can’t take it I don’t want to fall in love with you There On that page But I know myself I would Your tender-hearted words Deserve to be read by someone Who can love you back Without breaking themselves into two So, please Don’t write

I hope you’re Proud

As annoying as it is, yours is still the opinion that matters most. Any time I’m doubting my path, I still feel you’re the only one who I’ll listen to about which way I should to go. I wonder if you still care. I wonder if you are proud of me. Seems as though you’ll

Second To None

I was tired and wanted a hug but as you squeezed my arse and started to tease I wondered what other talents those hands  would be willing to perform and where they would be willing to go Perhaps I was tired, but your ability to awaken my desire is second to none.

(A different) Heavy Load

This is a heavy load– IVF and two recent miscarriages The pain, a destroyer of so many marriages. Although you promised to be partners for life You hardly recognise the one you call wife. Her misplaced guilt and shame bleed as anger It’s almost like you live with a stranger– the strain is a heavy load. You