We are lying here like virgins,

who will close the distance between us? Everything we say is small talk when you think what we’ll be doing after words… My lips have made their way to yours and we are siphoning your secrets with acute hunger our tongues fail to resist the urge to caress sweeping along each other; wet and eager…

Contact.

we spill lust from pore to pore as we share secret glances our visual exploration a lewd gaze burning beneath our skin and every word u speak resounds in mind desire and mind collide between ears at every brush of batted lashes, makes my chest pulse to the rhythms of your silence these… are my…

haiku diaries:repeats

You know, you a trip Flip it and reverse it, huh? Treat me like I’m you. I’m not gonna flinch Cuz in the end we both know You chose to free me.

I want to be held…

Like the brown of my skin is the only worthy surface for the warmth in your fingertips… Hold me tightly Until I keep your secrets as my own, Long like hidden histories, arms wide like time’s passing. You’ve waited lifetimes To fold into this home. Do not forget me as I awake, You were my…

Nature’s Choice

On which corner do I stand in the dimlit streets of this man’s heart? in slums? outskirts? the deep bayou? a quicksand sinkhole Love to dip my foot into and disappear

Catullus 85

I hate and I love. Perhaps you ask why I do this? I do not know but I feel it happen and I am torn apart.

Blues Song for the Love Sprung

Dismal are Sunday rains. Mind drifts to cryptic messages you scribd in collarbone hollows, vibrating in sync with the wicked force of your body, exploring the depths of my quaint heat dripping warm cream. Dare to picture the results such extraordinary fantasy motivates. Soul unions are unpredictable; your enchantment? Unparalleled. Body aches remind me of…