One day, one time Is all I want with you I want to feel your touch Caressing my body I want to feel your lips on my lips Kissing me with your passion I want to want you like no other before With the burning desire inside me I want to love you Like there is no tomorrow I want to hold your hand Feeling safe and secure in your touch I want to whisper in your ear My words of lust and love I want to feel your arms around me Ho...

*Please do not be offended if I do not friend you, or post or comment. if you ever wonder why I have no bio, I do not post, or comment, I only read and write... This is why... Online life became an abyss for me, a black hole I could not find my way out of. But man, I love to write... Some may figure out who I was... But this is my story...My life on the red side...I met my husband in an unconventional way. He was my best...

A word, a touch, electricity Mental image, physical reflectionA thought, a memory, toxicityPassion play, gentle direction A lust, a love, deep consumeHormonal release, endorphines rushSexual tension, pheromone perfumeThought of touch, pussies gush A kiss, a breath, rising ecstacyHands exploring, increasing heatPicturing unity mentallyConvulsing bodies without retreat The joy to bring joyThe lust to bring lustCoy answered...

Batting eye lash, locking gaze Flaring nostrils, ragged breathingBlood red lips, lusciously thickBiting your lip, anticipation Eyes, drowning pools of lustHungry stare drawing me inSmell of roses lurking, subtleFlush of heat, red glow rising Closing the abyss, tension risingBlinking eyes, breathing haltedSparks midair, between lipsRadiating heat, readying impact Lips touching, parting expectingReality kicking, butterflies...

Longing burried young Sexually schizophrenic, untouchedBody bend, body flungSilky thread, tightly clutched Desires drowning in despairSurfacing from time to timeTo be pulled back under without airHands up, they climb A muffled crack of thunderGrasping hands searchingFinding, holding, pulling, will I sunderStill water, surface breaks yearning Pulled dry, receiving kiss of lifeOpening eyes, focusing on elven fairnessKissing...

Heart jumping Sensation of flightBlood pumpingCeiling floats in sight Straining to flip overLimbs fall numbHitting soberPain striking like a drum Suspended mid airHooked through the heartIn emotional snareDangling like a piece of art Universe rushing inGoing through withdrawalNeurones searing, burningStripping lust in brawl Left with pure loveHooks start meltingFree like a doveHurt no longer pelting

Two embodiments collide Subjected to physical attractionTo pheromonal calls they abideTo answer any natural exaction As they near each other's touchEnergy shoots through the roofThe heat almost too muchTwo souls no longer aloof Sexual pandemonium about to eruptPhysical fusion of body and soulAdrenaline pumping without interruptDying to eat each other whole One entwined entity emergedEnergetic fusion of human heatAs one tw...

Stares hooked across the room Uneasy touching, exploring, pushingBacking up, Amaranth in bloomConfidence rises, juices gushing Sexual explosion, revel in heatLust rushing through bodies burningIncreasing passion play, Amaranth so sweetTwo minds, as one, loving, yearning Souls entwined forever to infinityLust full rage replaced for loveSettling bodies, Amaranth to eternityTogether forever, like the dove

Lust eruption of sexual heat Lovebonds two hearts entwined Fearkept truth inside Guiltbuilding till I burst Truth cutting like a knife Shatteringthe heart I love Burstinto a million parts Sorrowturned own heart lone Franticallylooking for pieces Mendingthe heart with love Vocationtill I die and beyond...

The bellman announces feelingsJuggling emotions like a clownAcrobatic split on multiple wheeling’sSexual tension thumbeling downTaking the leap high upTrusting the partner’s grip to catchEscaping when locked upTaming the lion without a scratchPassion for lust fencing loveSalto’s of anger and despairThrough burning hoops I doveJumping the joining rope mid airThe bellman announces feelingsEach fighting for attentionBut one...

There isn’t a place I haven’t been, Or a place I wouldn’t go. There isn’t a path I’ve never taken, I chased my dreams both high and low. I thought I knew each journey chosen, Each fantasy I sought to explore. Lines were crossed so many times, Rules were broken and signs ignored. I lived and loved each moment chosen, Not thinking about the pain or cost. The plans and schemes I put in place, Didn’t account for my future los...

Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the tables. At first he didn’t notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this time, he caught a glimpse of an interesting object — quite interesting from the viewpoint of an experienced macho in search of a woman. The girl was sitting alone at one of the corner tables and was smoking nervously. She was in...

Elegy on a Night Party The paradigmatic shift in the conceptual map of my liberal and revolutionary platforms of radicalism, existentialism and humanism make things aesthetically absurd and practically effective. Living in the present and progressive tenses of time and space I tend to contradict my ‘Other’ (purely theoretical), who was conceived as a result of Theory and Philosophical classes. Receding past bequeaths an u...

Sound. I envy them, for they wander. They live in deserts and woods, And they wander. They know the language of the desert And of the woods, For they live their lives the way they design. No one calls them back- Home, parents, peers, And no one. They live, they see; they feel, They hear and they do, For they are not captives of their physical bonds. I'm here, Around the unknown languages and figures.

I pulled out the note from my pocket and looked at the address my colleague had jotted down. It turned out that I’m about twenty meters from the place. The building was old, with crumbling stucco walls and a richly graffitied entrance. It was obvious though that it had once looked beautiful and memorable, probably sixty or seventy years ago. The entrance door creaked pitifully as I pressed the handle. I was about to start...