Fck Poetry — without the Fck

Fantasy fraught with frivolous delights Dew spewed on vanilla and sugar kissed skin Licks of lascivious greed seek my demise … More

Her Domain

She made her bed Lies in it, night after night She sleeps alone Reliving the memories, finger by finger Her … More

Black satin mystery breathes fury into my darkness, igniting need buried I burn, my ashes seeking a soul in drought … More

A rose gold silk tie blinds me but delivers me in sighs. Your breath tangles in my hair, your words … More

Questions swirl in the mist of bourbon blended sighs. Cherry puckered rewind of a time I bared my soul, wrapped … More

I surrender to the urge to grasp the curves of the unknown passage ways. The crumbling walls soaked in laughter … More

I remember the day I was led astray. His eyes had already seduced me in a dream. His lips offered … More

Lips parted Open invitation To feel my desire Tongue coaxed sighs Silently relieving Caged needs As you fill me With … More

*I guess one cannot be a tempest without being a bit temperamental. I have times of rich darkness, sultry naughtiness, … More

The mist of my lust smothers the depth of breath of any others The wine of my wetness intoxicates the … More