

Midas Touch
His hands are beneath my skirt but his eyes are fixated on mines. We talked about this before it happened, the phone call was long and very detailed.
His hands are beneath my shirt now but his bulge is against my thigh. We talked about this before it happened, tongue in cheek in his car tonight.
Her fingertips strum on my skin
beneath my weight while she lets me play. I thought about it all last night before it happened.
Her thigh merges with my swelling pants with a jolt. I thought about this all night before it happened, finger unhooking her bra.
Her fingers dance with my pulse every tap a key to unlock my moaning yearn. I didn't think about this until it happened.
He nurses my tongue between his two sweet lips. His elongated parts nestled where his face ought to be. I think about this how it will happen, my lips throbbing, aching and calling out.
We are entangled and I can feel it my exposed parts trickling liquid. His lips kissing my inner thigh. It didn't hurt as much as I thought for my first time and all. Not as much blood as the movies portray.
I run my fingers over the two tiny punctures. My thigh still thumping from the bite.
“You promised you didn't bite!” laughter in her voice. He kisses her temple and they cuddle in the back seat plunged in in moonlight.
Midas Touch
His hands are beneath my skirt but his eyes are fixated on mines. We talked about this before it happened, the phone call was long and very detailed.
His hands are beneath my shirt now but his bulge is against my thigh. We talked about this before it happened, tongue in cheek in his car tonight.
Her fingertips strum on my skin
beneath my weight while she lets me play. I thought about it all last night before it happened.
Her thigh merges with my swelling pants with a jolt. I thought about this all night before it happened, finger unhooking her bra.
Her fingers dance with my pulse every tap a key to unlock my moaning yearn. I didn't think about this until it happened.
He nurses my tongue between his two sweet lips. His elongated parts nestled where his face ought to be. I think about this how it will happen, my lips throbbing, aching and calling out.
We are entangled and I can feel it my exposed parts trickling liquid. His lips kissing my inner thigh. It didn't hurt as much as I thought for my first time and all. Not as much blood as the movies portray.
I run my fingers over the two tiny punctures. My thigh still thumping from the bite.
“You promised you didn't bite!” laughter in her voice. He kisses her temple and they cuddle in the back seat plunged in in moonlight.
Midas Touch
His hands are beneath my skirt but his eyes are fixated on mines. We talked about this before it happened, the phone call was long and very detailed.
His hands are beneath my shirt now but his bulge is against my thigh. We talked about this before it happened, tongue in cheek in his car tonight.
Her fingertips strum on my skin
beneath my weight while she lets me play. I thought about it all last night before it happened.
Her thigh merges with my swelling pants with a jolt. I thought about this all night before it happened, finger unhooking her bra.
Her fingers dance with my pulse every tap a key to unlock my moaning yearn. I didn't think about this until it happened.
He nurses my tongue between his two sweet lips. His elongated parts nestled where his face ought to be. I think about this how it will happen, my lips throbbing, aching and calling out.
We are entangled and I can feel it my exposed parts trickling liquid. His lips kissing my inner thigh. It didn't hurt as much as I thought for my first time and all. Not as much blood as the movies portray.
I run my fingers over the two tiny punctures. My thigh still thumping from the bite.
“You promised you didn't bite!” laughter in her voice. He kisses her temple and they cuddle in the back seat plunged in in moonlight.
Deranged
Her hair is the color of autumn leaves
the dead ones that crunch
the ones that float in the air
her lips always pursed
but no value should slip from them
only illegible language
sparkly incantations
she will bring you light like the moon
she can only survive in the dark
her hair is the color of autumn leaves
same resemblance of the trees bark
but she can't bite you no not yet
her crazy is still lodged in her throat
her pretty hides it well just beneath
the smile she duplicated
she is crazy and dead and pretty too.
Knocking on open doors
I’m here but you didn’t invite me in. I don’t know if you can hear me but I can feel it. Can you feel it too? You came in and I saw you and I thought it went away. But you came back and you decided a was there and I thought it went away again. But you came back and I was convinced it would go away again. But it stayed and it’s still here and I want you all alone. I want to hear your voice on the phone. Tell me what you felt when we first met. Did you feel it too? Do you feel it now? How much I want you?
Past Lovers
Who do you think we were before this life? Were you the woman and I the man? Was your skin peanut butter pigmented and mines milky? Was your hair still the color of fire? Did our children share your eyes? Did I have to wait for you to return from a great war? Did you come back? When did our eyes first meet? Will I ever even ask you all this? Or is this crush an optical illusion? A figment of my min? A secret I should keep? do you even like me?