These Walls

These walls Pulse with intention Xanadu Heaven Wondrous fever dreaming Borne into being Stroked by my Rough, gentle fingers Sheets clenched in your fists Your eyes blaze Divine under my attentions No prohibition beyond my command Supine as you become full, my vessel

Pleasure’s Ironies

What you've kept Was apparent In the anticipation That made itself Known in each Look. I quietly conquer You and you surrendered Offering your wrists To better fit Their restraints And how you Wish to be handled Wrestled with To see my primal Want unleashed To be tested Taken with rough Hands pinning you To … Continue reading Pleasure’s Ironies

The Face You Would Wear

It is never the make up, Or the hair that you've spent hours on, In the service of spontaneity, It's not the strength in your arms, As I imagine, in hungry moments, Wrapped around me, It's the intelligent light in your eyes, A hunger that knows when to curtsey but wants to be let out, … Continue reading The Face You Would Wear