Your chiseled body
With skin
So delectable
My fangs
At your neck
I taste on you
Sweet serotonin
Setting me high
Catch me
If you can
For I’m falling
In love
With the sweet throbs
Of passionate burst
When your fingers
Draw your desires
On my petals

Sunsets sand and me
What do you have in mind
A retrospect of happiness
over the line
We lost in this fight
Sighing I see your sins
How about tonight ?
Serpentine dress
No glass left to break
I’m marking my zone,too long the hold
For
Every curve I’d caress
  is my taste
Undress unmeasure unsurp
Don’t put to waste
I push you in
You take me out
Oh the effort
Is that all it’s about
Skin lingers
You bring you Lana
I have my Audrey
I’ll hold on longer
Will carry all of them
Let time be on my side now
As
I’ll make you rain
You can blow,can roar
I’ll make you feel
Each thump in my veins
It’s okay
Night’s asleep now
Make my way
Babe

I watched her from a distance,
Glistening lake gently flowed,
Flowed down her bare body,
The moonlit drop of my dreams,
Glistening in my eyes .

Ravenous thoughts rapture me,
Engulf me in the chasm of desire,
My gaze unmoving and still,
Yet flows down with the trickle,
On her bare *****.

A million stars sizzle a spark,
I want to capture them,
Little droplets of water ,
Making their way softly,
On her bare back.

I watched her from a distance,
The silk of her wet hair,
Wrapped me in a rapture,
Unmoving I stood there,
My gaze so still,
Yet flowing with water,
That she bathed in.

She looked at him
In the dimly lit room
Sensations blooming
At her plush lips
Every inch of flesh
Taken impatiently
His playing hands stroke
His intention clear
The moves playing
Of rhythmic ardor
Pulsating
Panting
Fervent
Consuming…

We are like the universe and the stars,
visible only at the night,
Inside one another,
Burning bright
Without shame.
Without tiring.

In the audio recording you sent me
An hour of touching yourself
punishment for misbehavior
you giggle and cry at the same time
With a trembling whimper

It's too late now, for a confession.
We were never so honest, as our ***
Violent, passionate
suspending reality momentarily

Life's one true sin, objectification.
And now, you are a recording.

Your eye begging Me, The Cuckoo Bird
To Free you from your own fingers

like the cuckoo bird
My religion
Only gave me one hour
To howl, at passing time.

I’m voracious
For his passion
Seeded in
Too deep into me
My parched lips ache
To surround
His growing urgency
My gaze glides
On peachy contours
Of his chiseled body
That naked shrine

My cravings
Drenched
Seeking deeper taste
Of you
Insatiable desire
At the centre
Of my heart
To write poetry
On your chiseled body
Your moans
Send me on frenzied flow
Sinfully voracious
Visually I feast
Your naked hide
Every curve of your body
Purest form of masterpiece