Short smutty poem #1
I want your mouth chaste initial contact increasing warmth your strong tongue forcefully claiming dominance I want your hands palms and fingers trailing up my sides arms embracing one another as you possess me I want the air from your...
Sonnet 1
In night, such longing times once warmed with lust Those hours in which I once would wish you near This cold, it does betray my absent trust for in your public presence I know fear Your blade, so cruel, these wounds unseen inside So thus it is I...