When We Danced #MasturbationMonday
When We Danced You took my hand and led me to dance In so many styles. Joyful waltzes in the public…
My Iago Lies
I am my own Iago Planting lies and part truths where there are gaps In what I know. I sow the…
Comfortably Joined #MasturbationMonday
Our bodies lazily entwined Your legs over mine My hand on your thigh Which you cover with yours by and…
Kept in Mind
It only takes A single stray thought To have me Hot, wet and needing You. My own hand brushing my…
Beautifully Undefined #MasturbationMonday
What are we? Cute, yes. Adorable? Most assuredly. Sickeningly sweet? Indeed. But we defy labels. They’re a Sadist but softly tender,…
The Want of Your Kiss
I am driving myself quite mad for the want of your kiss today. For the pressure of your lips on…
My Betrayer
My Betrayer I can play the role quite convincingly. Protesting against your will, blushing and squirming at your words and…
Take What is Yours #MasturbationMonday
Take what is Yours Subdue my lips With your own. Press them down with hard kisses Show them who’s boss…
Sign Your Name Across My Heart #SinfulSunday
No need for words, just tear my flesh and sign in my blood, your name. Leaving your bite a mark of…
The Architecture of my Downfall
I wrote this poem a few days before I was due to see H again. It was a mundane thought…
Transfiguration
Transfiguration I come to you. Bowed under the burden of my anxieties from mundane to insane and back again. Zig-zagging through…
Exploring Desires
Want. I want you. I want to touch your body, I want to explore your soft and hard contrasts, To…