Soliloquy 

Perplexed by the paralysis of my tongue, I want him pinned down, tied, and bound I can't wait to stroke it, fondle his fear, tap stilettos beside his ear Dear Darkness, I want him. And I'll try not to break him while he hovers between ecstasy and existence And when I Iet him come back … Continue reading Soliloquy 

Fuck with Sense

Meaningless sex doesn't appeal to me Sex for the sake of motion Without emotion Faked orgasms Or worse, orgasms faintly felt. Oh, no, Darling I’d rather fuck with sense I mean, really fuck with your senses Influence how you feel claim your sight as you lay there draped in desire heartbeat climbing higher See, anticipation … Continue reading Fuck with Sense