How can I be my age when in my heart I’m forty and not the man in the mirror with wrinkled skin, white hair growing thin, eyes not as blue as I remember them. How can this be? Why this alarm to realize there’s two of me— the man out there that people see and inside, where it counts, the man who looks at pretty women and wants one on his arm, still wants romance and more, who knows his lust is far from dead, who wants to w...
Wanting never to hear, cries from you in pain. Soft moans of pleasure, driving me insane. Squeals of satisfaction, showing very plain. Looks upon your face, torturing my brain. Soaring to heights, causing weighty strain. Soft, musing whispers, sound almost profane. Wreathing in ecstasy, struggling to obtain. Breaths, labored, calling out others name. Moving faster together, needing to detain. Climax nearing, elevation ext...
I have a hunger inside me. A need.. an urge that never goes away. It is a constant force driving me to you. Wanting to know your every desire and dream. A craving to explore and copulate endlessly with you. Until you whisper.. “enough”. There is no escape for either of us. I don’t know who you are. Yet you are always there. A glance into the car beside me at the light. A full affair as my cart passes yours in the grocery....
She had the most beautiful profile, almost like a deer sniffing the wind, picking up the scent of gunpowder and tobacco and wondering from what direction the bullet might come. In the beginning he likened it to a natural instinct in him that made him want to chase her, and with the option of flight or fight, she almost always chose to run. He enjoyed the inventive games she seemed to play, making him work harder to track...
