In your warm grasp, I shiver,
wet eyes across my skin, burning gaze,
turned to liquid in your passion-clad embrace.

Caress my flesh gently, my love,
my skin is fragile against your inferno--
your cheeks are coral-flushed and peach.

Legs clasped by tangled sheets, knees bruised and knobby,
they clatter and creak, augment my vulnerability,
your breath is sweet and welcoming. I breathe.

Your lips are chapped and precious,
in their rosy, saccharine spread,
my own quiver in their intensity.

Don’t love me too hard, my porcelain dear,
my plains stretch long and ador-flushed.
They ache for you and your cooling touch.

she gave me her nudes
she was bare
and naked
and so out
and open
and i willingly
accepted it
because it wasnt the nudes
that showed her body
the physical aspects
that made her beautiful
it was the words
she didnt choose
and the spontaneity
that left her
either from her lips
or her fingers
or ink

she was as bare
as her nudes
and i accepted
her for her.

The scent of damp soil, mother earth's joy evident.
The sway of the trees, dancing to the tune of every raindrop.
The wind's roars, gushing past ecstatically.


The smile on my face, acknowledging the art.

Sitting there

you are

a perfect

balance of

innocence

and silence

melting.


like low tides

kissing over

a southern
sloped beach at

sunset.


no motion

wasted or

taken for

granted.


only a

promise that

the next

moment

will be your

best.


your eyes

keeping secrets

deep that no

heart could

ever forget,


like a broken

window long

past the

moment

when the

stone was

carelessly

thrown.


you embrace

all of world

in your
young years and

the world

embraces

all of

you back,


with glee

and open

admiration.


for I too

have seen you

at the

window still.


and now

I like

the sunset sea,


can think of

nothing less.

Bravery and courage
Lingers
In her gaze

She is stronger
Than mountains to face
Than any tragedy that hits
Her heart is faint,
But she will survive this storm

You realize it when you
See her
Fiery eyes.