"The secret of it all is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment — to put things down without deliberation — without worrying about their style — without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote — wrote, wrote…By writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught.”

I have a fear of dying

With unwritten words
  still in my mind.....

Never put on paper
   there was never enough time....

it's going to be one of those nights my dear
the room will steam and echo with your cries of pleasure
primal urges are mounting within my core
your body before me so tempting, so beautiful
this ravenous beast in me is not long to be contained

your very scent intoxicates me calling my soul to join
the room spins and my blood boils as madness overtakes
your lips pout waiting for my kisses slow and deep
gently I **** on your tongue and dance about your checks
breath held as my mind envisions what is yet to come

reaching for you, pulling you into my firm, hard physique
feeling your body melt and mold to mine
temperatures rising hot as I caress your lithe form
tracing down lovely curves lingering on familiar parts
breathing in the aroma of your lust ridden wilds

I take you, my swollen desire hard against your flower
juices of passion flow from your womanly well
the silky creamy softness of your gentle folds open to me
I push in slow and deep, as far as I can and linger there
incredible is the feel of your walls closing in hugging me

pulling back slowly almost completely out then back in
passionate, methodical, holding you, caressing your body
pumping in and out and in and out, faster, harder
desires no longer under control only lust, fevered lust
pounding your passion pool, splashing your waters

the room shrieks with raging screams of longings fulfilled
your body writhes and bucks in the height of ******
waves crashing down over us, and I too burst
we are a pounding, pulsating sensation of climatic fervor
here with you, wrapped in my arms, you make me believe in forever...

When she touches me
  Stars appear under my skin
it makes me want
        her to keep
        touching me
   Until I become a galaxy

Could you be the poet's lover?

  Could you listen to a voice
  That has touched a million hearts?

Could you kiss lips
That have brushed a million ears?

  Could you hold a heart
  That is known to a million souls?


                       Could You?

There are those...
  who have words
     but not feelings.....

Then there
  are those
     who have feelings...

But can't find
  The Words...

I hear your voice calling softly on the breeze
the air has the same sweetness as did your kiss
the winds blow an early chill that shivers my flesh
but my thoughts warm to the memories of a love past
and my body aches for missing your touch

long, lonely nights with too much time to remember
remembering your kisses, your caress, your touch
my lips part ever so slightly as when our tongues danced
I can feel you in my arms, silken skin and sinewy muscle
and I am lost in your embrace and my dreams

memories flood my mind of desires and pleasures
of making love and lust and passion bursting loud
I am still here, vibrant and alive and needing love
you were a part of me, of my soul, now you're gone
this body, this flesh has desires and needs and wants

my heart will be forever yours, meant for eternity
our essence, our energy, our immortal souls
we were destiny to find one another and we did
time and time again we find our way back to each other
but until we do again, forgive me for the life I choose...