Tuesday, December 31, 2013

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


Saturday, December 28, 2013

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