Her two hands are pinned on the wall over her head

I hold them both there with one hand

While my other explores the contours

Of her body

My hands slip into every curve and dip

She writhes in ecstasy against the wall



Her breathing is harsh

I feel it as my tongue wrestles with hers


I don’t know where it comes from

So I can never answer when inquired

To get me started

Little is really required

A pen in my hand

Or keyboard at my finger tips

I get my concept in mind

And let my words rip

The limits to what I write about

No one on earth can know

Stop writing about a subject

The answer is no

This is what I love

That would be an easy wager

Some people even tell me

That I should change my major

My inspiration is the world

And all that it contains

With such a source

My need for topics

Is always maintained

Whether it comes in the day

Or in the darkest of nights

When I get an urge

Then and there

I feel the need to write

Whether it’s seen on television

Or hearing what someone said

I feel a certain rush take over

When a thought…

Pops into my head

Passion Room

The door to chambers are pushed open
In she walks with hesitant steps
Her eyes catch him in the bed
They stay fixed as she gets closer

Each step heightens the already overflowing anxiety
She tries quiescence to avoid detection
No need for all the caution
For he stirs when she reaches the edge of the bed

Sitting upright, his legs find their way around her
Shyly she stands between them
Not wanting to meet his eyes
She looks anywhere but at him

He stands in front of her
Eyes locked on the windows to her soul
Hers have nowhere else to go now
With her face held in place by his hand

Coarse fingers trace over wanting flesh
Goosebumps ripple from her shoulders down her body
Hairs stand on edge from the sensations
His powerful kiss nearly breaks her

Every kiss on her body causes her womb to clench
Her soft hands touching him
Crumble his hard exterior
He loves having her to himself

When his monolith member makes motion
They both let out a gasp of passion
Rocking their bodies in a rhythmic escape
They get closer to the big release

I love you’s are whispered in ears
His fingers entangle in her hair
Her nails dig into his flesh
They kiss

Their passion climaxes when they do
Bodies lay in the aftermath of love
She still quivers from the ripples of passing orgasms
He lays in exhaustion, looking at her
Her eyes catch his once more
They kiss

Afternoon Delight

It’s that time of the week again
When I know you’ll be passing by
Guaranteed to drop in
Whether it’s sunny or cloudy skies
My phone starts to ring
I could time it like clockwork
You say you want to come over
Because you need to do work
We both know that wont be the case
Open the door to that smile on your face
We embrace
You run your fingers through my hair
Start tugging on the ends
I take a bite of your neck
Let that ecstasy extend
To the highest heights
I close my eyes and reminisce
On that kiss…
Oh that kiss…
Our tongues battling each other
In an epic scene of pure passion
Sucking it all up like its that last ration
I don’t want to fuss
But my tongue’s adventurous
A moan is all I hear
As I move to your ear
Take care
Can’t have you melting all over already
Keep your knees steady
Pressed up against the wall
Just so you wont fall
You know what you should call?
My special name
Clothes hit the floor
Bodies wanting more
On to the bed
Rest your head
When it comes to body
Your more than ampe
Can’t wait to get my sample
Take notes and observe
As I run my fingertips across your curves
I think I hit a spot
It’s not cold enough to shiver
So I guess that was just a quiver
My tongue knows just where to go
Starting from your toes
Calves, Thighs
You won’t get this with ease
So I’m about to tease
Until you say please
Licking everywhere but there
Your hands in your hair
When I finally decide to go
You break out the “Falsetto”
Good thing the music’s on
Playing just the right songs
“Let me take you down”
I ain’t playing around
“Who can do you like me”
Switch the roles
“Let me cater to you”
Nummy do you
It’s not magic
But you make that stick disappear
Into thin air
Now you see it…
Now you don’t
Rock, paper, scissors
Winner get’s to be on top
You always pick paper
So I choose rock
Hope you ready for that
Face frozen in place
As it takes up all the space
You pulling me in
Begging for more
Never had it like this before
Stroking and grinding
In rhythm with the beating clock
Hope you enjoying that
We finish not to late or too soon
Fall onto the bed exhausted
Based on all the fun we have
Girl, I just might
Have to call you…
My Afternoon Delight