:: Wolverine, Fox Mulder, and their smoldering hazel eyes. Coincidence? I don’t think so! I longed for a gentleman with hazel eyes to have his wicked ways with me, and here’s a slice of my erotic mind, in poetry. :: I’m drawn to your hazel eyes, Deep brown of tree bark With sparkles of pine […]
::Inspired by the idea that if a girl digs you, she would still do you even if your body is not perfect. Why promise “I will still love you” when you can promise to still do them instead? :: If you lose your arm I will hold your other hand, and unzip your jean as […]
# This piece is about longing. The story that never happened. The most romantic stories are the ones we almost had, the ones we couldn’t have, the ones we missed, and that leaves the room to imagine what they could be like. This story is a dedication to what never happened, and I believe there […]
You are so gentle to me, so loving and tender, it makes my heart cry to know I am in the presence of a beautiful being like you. You’ll never admit it, but you are just a soft squishy thing underneath that tough guy façade. You are a big softie, a big softie I love […]
::This piece praises feminine power, dedicated to all my siren, mermaid, goddess of serenity. Perhaps it was her soft skin, the glow of early morning dawn. She is still dripping wet from the rain, not a trace of oil or lotion on her skin, yet it seems that a hand touching her can go […]