For Ayla

We are sent

A tide each day

It washes in 

It takes away

There is an end 

To every start

You can hold the love

But not the heart

Life is carried by

A Summer breeze

To which we all

Must be released

Life is fragile

Light and fine

Let it float away

Like dandelion ...

Love is not 

A prisoner of time

1/1/2014

Wanton

Kittenish
Straight from the fray
Fresh from the bed
Naked and languid 
Creamy hips draped
In creamy silk
Penetrated, devoured
Erotically oozing
Musk and emotion
And life and cum

Grounded angel
Bare breasts and belly
Caught 
Shyly admiring
Her ravaged reflection
"I feel quite wanton" says she
Never have I seen
Anything
More erotic 
And impassioned
Never have I 
Desired
Like this before