My moans escaping
my mouth never meant...
His words creating a whirlpool
of emotion driving her wild with...
I walk behind your washed up footsteps.
every step I make trying to turn back time...
Passion holding me with you
Together now something new...
Mirror mirror
On the wall...
I watch her from the mirror
As her size 3 figure exits the shower...
As the fire dwindles down and the wind begins to...
The fire cracks and the wood pops and the snow...
(This is a poem I've wanted to write for a while...
Ode, to Your Nakedness...
The Best Sensation
Weather is fickle...
So unexpected
the first taste...
Flames just under the surface
patiently waiting to arise...
Sweat trickles down my temple
as move with all my might...