Charming, cultured, generous, honest, sophisticated, understanding, and urbane. I once went to Utah. So, I spent some time in the Emergency Room. In the middle of the night. I was walking in my sleep. In the valley of dark dreams. In a river of shit so deep. My friend is pissed that I gave her name as my next of kin. I thought she was my friend. To live or to die.

My blend of erotic poetry and short stories. This Blog is for Adults Only. Saturday, July 25, 2015. Wednesday, February 25, 2015. Watch my body every movement,. As the softness of her lips,. Slowly dragged across the surface of my sex harden flesh.

Going to make the same mistake like she did with Lydia. She spoke to the trio. She said, looking forward at the path in front of them. She said, looking at Scar then.

Many emotions ran through me, gratitude being foremost. I was alive because he died. How many others were alive as well, because of the sacrifice of so many men who left their families, left their children, in order to protect them? I was filled with wonder at the beauty, appreciation of the rich history, awareness of how long man had been sculpting out their place in this country and I was inspired.

Originally posted on Souldier Girl. No longer fears the collision of your sword. The depth and curves of roads. Hold me in a state of undress,.

Do you like my leather? Like the taste upon your tongue. Do you like to kneel before. The pain as you are stung? Come closer my pet. Before your Mistress kneel and wait. For permission to come nearer. To seal your submissive fate. Let my gloves touch your lips. Stroke them with my finger. Push your head down to my boots. Satisfy me let them linger. Keep cleaning with your tongue. Till I instruct you when to stop. Then offer me your arse.

The following poem is a three-way collaboration between myself and two exceedingly talented poets. I am honored to present Wet Bliss. Author of the self titled erotic blog with mature content for 18 adults only. And the very talented Ax. Author of Perso in Poesia. A blog where he shares the thoughts exploding in his head.

A soul telling your mind what your heart bleeds for. You beg, you plea. Harmony is the key,. Your skin is the words. My lips, ache to read. As my lips highlight your beauty.

Originally posted on The Migraine Chronicles. But now, I love him more. I had a complete moment of clarity. With his arms wrapped around me. Every doubt in the back of my mind. Disappeared in that moment in time. My whole world stopped, time stood still. And now I love him more.