caress and kiss me; my thrusting knight
joined together as one in pure ecstasy
our expressed desire just feels so right
moans of more; be-cuming a part of me
pull me close; holding me so very tight
exploding our passion through the night

knightly serpent do strike
*** in with your steed-rod
deeply dry and very thirsty
I’m your only maiden’s bush
oh how my inside quenches
that sweet and salty taste
your royal lance drenches

moaning for it to ***;
slow deep and in;
thrusting your tongue;
softly against my ****;
faster and faster;
your maiden wants it
hard and yet so kind
body on body
desire yours and mine
in a frenzied torrent
slam me from behind
with lust and passion

I want you to wet my lips tantalizing my tongue
elevate my heart rate and make my vines hum
burn like fire inside me as I swallow you down
I will drink you so deeply; intoxicating myself
with your presence imbibing my essence
make me dizzy punch-drunk on your passion

glistening bodies; exquisite torture;
indulged in a passionate war;
two hearts enslaved with desire;
our emotions they being to soar
striking each others heated fire
my heart pounds as you part my thighs;
then I feel your moistened tongue inside
awaiting to enter my valley’s wetness
your royal manhood it begins to rise
my legs open wide to straddle my knight
easing your hard lance into my glory hole
your maiden rides your steed with delight

with your royal fingers write your poem inside me; use your lancing words to touch every inch of my soul; lick your lusting tongue of thoughts; across my bare body trembling with desire; gallop your royal steed; caressing every arched curve of my ******; press your moist lips against mine; strike those hard passionate worded shivers down your maiden’s spine; ****** your written desires deeply penetrating my core; as I yearn for more; stroll down the chambers of the empty well between my thighs and release your knighting ink; INK me !!!

flowing with sweet whispered melodies in my ears were his words
holding me tight as if I was in his arms listening to his heartbeat
touching me with such passion as if he was using his hands
searching for just the right place to control; arousing my valley’s bloom; burning with his desire arching my spine feeling his passionate fire; caressing me as I feel his galloping warmth across my skin; longing for his trotting steed riding and charging his oh-mighty lance; combined with lust building up that tumultuous special moment; pleasing me as I return to him the pleasure moaning his knightly name; only his written words can whisper so sweetly to his devoted maiden

his pen takes the wild side
giving me the butterflies
seducing me with every word
I smile feeling so complete
when my heart skips a beat
we’re making love on paper
each and every time we write
spilling our ink like passion
across the hot moisten sheets
thoughts seeping through the
secret places of my body from
the invisible ink of his tongue
strolling caressing up and down
exploring lines between my thighs
strong and powerful yet gentle words
lancing pages galloping ******* peak
spacing legs wide for his touch to seek
every word sailing veins feeding my mind
guiding my senses with such a soft touch
his lance pen of ink slides coursing my body
excelling deep down my chambers of pleasure
fueling an ending stream of our burning desires
savoring the unbridled passion melting us as one

I'm looking for my husband.  He has
disappeared into some place inside
his mind, like a sea creature slides
into a coral bed.

Quick now, here he is for a moment
or an hour.  Like a Robin bobs in
the yard, he is beautiful in his song
before he vanishes into the sky,
flying above or around me.

Are his pieces forever gone? Will
I find a kiss behind my chair meant
for me alone? Will my sorrow erase
the years of love?

I will be brave today.  Tomorrow
I will be the coral he needs. A small
animal in a very large and
strange ocean. .

Caroline Shank
5.4.20

The Big Bang is soundless.
The galaxies dim.
The universe contracts.
Compared to you.

Evolution has peaked.
Humanity is humane.
Nature can nurture.
Compared to you.

Family takes root.
Generations prove lineage.
I, Me, Mine are ours.
Compared to you.

Life has no end.
Death has no beginning.
Compared to you.

My soul is almost drowning
In the flood of my
Depression; wave after wave of

It rolls over my soul.
I was just about to give
Up on life. I was just like

Water spilled on the ground that
Couldn’t be gathered again. Then
I felt your presence in

The quiet breeze of the
Night, It was like a soft
Whisper that calms a wild horse.

Now every morning I long
For the quiet nights with
The gentle breeze and soft

Whispers in the winds that
Give my soul hope about life
And anchor it to earth.