Visionary

He made love to her on paper.
They spilled ink like passion
across the sheets.
He caressed her curves
in every love letter.
He kissed up and down her thighs
in short sentences and prose.
He tasted all her innocence,
without a spoken word.
He bit her lip and pulled her hair
in between the lines.
He made her arch her back and scream,
and it only took a pen....

Abounding

I could never love
different people
in the same way....
My love has all
different versions,
all different meanings.
I’ve never experienced
the same love twice
and I never will. 

Cultivated

He wraps her hair in his fist,

he pulls her head back
as he runs his tongue
up her neck...

Beads of sweat cover
his wanting body.
His lips marking what is his
for the night.

“Baby, spread your legs and let me show you how badly I want you to 
come 
here,” he breathes into her ear. “Take my fingers into your mouth, and let me feel you from the inside while your body is pressed against mine.”

The things I want to do to you.

“Let’s see how long you can handle my hand around your neck. 
Lose your breath and I will breathe it back into you between your thighs. 
I have a way like God, and baby you are begging me to destroy you.”

“Don’t be gentle.” she whispers as he pins her down on the bed.


“Why would I, darling?” he says while biting her lip.

Goddammit.

“Watch how easily I flip you over and hold your head down. 
Can you feel how wet you are for me? 
Can you feel me deep inside of you? 
Your body is a soundtrack, and I am ready to make it scream and whimper my name. 
Poetry will spill from your mouth, as you write love letters with your nails down my back. 
You body holds the secrets inside , and it will tell all when my teeth are running along your skin. But baby, when I sink myself inside of you and my tongue is dancing along that sacred place, 
you will realize why you write poetry. 
The way I fuck you will have you spilling our secrets to people you have never met...”

undelivered

Upon a blank page,
she wrote the depths of her soul,
secrets of heart,
and most honest words.
Adding finishing touches,
dotting i’s and crossing t’s...
it was then placed into an envelope, stamped and addressed,
“To: the man I never got to love.”

This space

Lay here with me, I’ll pour you a glass of Bourbon. We can talk about the stars, the moon, the world and all of it’s mishap. Stretch across this king size mattress naked listening to the rain fall outside. You can watch me scribble in this pad, and I’ll look up every once in awhile with these lazy brown eyes, and smile at you. Because this is beautiful, this simplicity is pure...

rules.

be careful
with how much
you tolerate.
you are
teaching them
how to treat you...

unsteady

you were scared
to conquer my body,
hands weak and shaking
as you touched my skin
and God how it killed me...

dependence

Darling,
how do you ignore an addiction which knows your name and has tasted your soul in such a sinfully intimate way? 

Imagery

The words we read
and words we write
never say exactly
what we mean.
The people we love
are never just as
we desire them.