His ghost haunts my sleepless nights By the smoke of burning cigarettes The dreams of our dances between the fights Tick-tock - to the rhythms torments A pillow top supports the carnal imprints Made by voracious lovers The aging scent of sensual sweat transmits On soft cotton covers Diseased from reckless drugs and alcohol Days … Continue reading Master Bed
Month: February 2018
BLUE
I see blue in the morning sky Oh! The blue in my eyes They are bathed with reflections, in pools of harmony floating expressions. I cannot reach the untouchably pure, fiercely peaceful, blue sky that bursts with allure. The blue forebodes pasts beholden and provokes deep tranquility in the sky so blue, my eyes cry, … Continue reading BLUE
Secret Naughtiness
The steamy chemistry turns on Hot sensual yearning bodies Passionate pleasure colliding in orgasmic fantasies Wet and creamy lips Hard throbbing phallus Dripping juicy pleasing aura Igniting carnal desires Motion pulsing erections Rhythmic swaying of hips Sounds of climatic ecstasy Sent through the cloud Moans of electronic energy Rendezvous day and night Timing and travel … Continue reading Secret Naughtiness
I Want You
I want to be in your dreams, I keep as if my own. I want to smile as you smile and giggle with you at nothing at all. I want to be your lover and find the passions that move you to action. I want to be the softness that induces you to trust. I … Continue reading I Want You
Their Choice
After a loss of a loved one The heart is not taken for granted Always cherish and hold forever the promise Love is a series of choices Made by two souls Searching for their happily ever after The moments of love that aren’t Quick to show Become the love they yearned know Romance and compassion … Continue reading Their Choice
She Came In The Night
In the early morning hours, he emerged moving slowly the flickering candlelight revealing his form in snapshots She was naked, but for the silky red panties Which hugged on her voluptuous form Like a fine cloak of gossamer, the delicate silky red covered her dew As she imagined him coming closer Her arousal assailed her … Continue reading She Came In The Night
Lily
Our beautiful vibrant flower We love her soft warm voice Her pretty petals of love and grace When she smiles at us And welcomes us with open arms Time has not changed how much Her happiness completes our bouquet We all struggle to keep the vase nourished And hold our youth inside our stems We … Continue reading Lily
Focus on the Text
He has a private persona Lets me see him in small distant fractures of scenery Like a preview to the novel of him He arouses my sense of wonder the supple taste of soft skin the smell of passionate intimacy the sound of beating hearts Never touched in our youth I fear the baggage of … Continue reading Focus on the Text
Morning Sermon
April 28, 2016 Gone the smell of child’s breath sweetened by mother’s milk. Silence eats time like a goat, chewing methodically without power. Light is a warning hard to comprehend, kinder than night. Children stand on windowsills shield their eyes from falling stars. Cold hard flesh wrapped around my shovel. Gripping the wall scrambling for … Continue reading Morning Sermon
I Am Your Mother For Mother Goose – since 1765
April 28, 2016 I The girls of independent dance stubborn casts of iron - covered in stained glass. They speak in low volume, like sounds of hungry kittens – burrowed in mother’s womb. Splitting the egg of fertility Creating a duo after the single girl. The girls are a present for the garden like the … Continue reading I Am Your Mother For Mother Goose – since 1765
Babs Work In Progress 