Category: Relationships
Passionate Expedition: Exploring Love’s Untamed Depths
My Expedition Led To Her Door,While She Awaits My Return,I Sensed Her Mood,Her Blazing Lava Being Flown In Her Body,Unexplored, Untouched And Unpleased.Though I Knew Little About The Passionate Love,And About The Offerings of Wild Nights,Our Bodies Were Ready To Collide And Bomb,We Came Rushing Down, Entangled Beautifully, Finally Juiced Out In Open While Slept … Continue reading Passionate Expedition: Exploring Love’s Untamed Depths
3 AM Thoughts: Excerpts
A collection of unreleased excerpts that are too graphic for Facebook! Enjoy!
Darkest Delights
Darkest Delights Heavy breathing a rhythmic hymn Engulfs the souls consumed within The tense anticipation profound As primal yearnings fiercely abound Darkest desires now brought to light In shadows' realm where day takes flight Where vulnerability fiercely met Unveils the depths of passion's sweat Breath on neck, it stirs the soul Confessions bold, passions untold Embrace the poetry love recites And set free, all our darkest delights The depths of this savage passion so real This bond of pleasure we will feel The dominance and submission that follows In this pleasure it brightens and mellows © Seductive Poetry
Without You
Without you, the nights seem so long, Filled with endless sadness and mournful song. The stars, the moon, and the quiet darkness, All remind me of your sweet caress.
She…
She makes me feel, feel things I want to feel, but don’t know how, things I don’t want to, but must and things that she can only bring out of me. She makes me real, like the Blue Fairy to my Pinocchio, touching me to my soul and making me feel alive again. She gives me time to heal, time to mourn, time to rest my tattered bones.
My Home…
So I give thanks for You, my sweet abode For being the oasis on my path that I’ve sowed And I vow to cherish and live in Your embrace Knowing that in You, my heart will always find its place.
Alone In A Vast Broken Landscape
But until then, I walk alone, In this vast broken landscape, Picking up the shattered pieces, Of a life that once held grace.
Painted Black
When the pill is hard to swallow When everything is painted black And you realize you can’t follow And they’re never coming back
If Our Paths Should Cross Again
But if our paths should cross again, I'll take a moment to pause and reflect, And wonder what could have been, If we had not veered off track.
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