your warm breath on my neck

the way it brought me to my knees

how wisps of hair would undulate

caught in your mouth’s sultry breeze

bite sized impressions imparted

along the translucence of my skin

You thinking of me thinking of you and knowing that my hand is pretty much in the same position as yours is right now.

Let our bodies melt together so that when we part you will still be a part of me. Rapture me with your kisses. Your breath gives me life. Let me lose myself in your lust and you lose yourself in mine. Bring me back to life.

the dawn is harsh and unforgiving. i don’t want to get out of bed and face the world. won’t you detain me? kiss my reluctance away. offer me the solace of your skin. fill my empty places. turn my solo morning sighs into a duet of delighted moans. fuck me like the sun rises, slow and sure. make me late for work, and then fuck me again.

he was taken by the erected feat before him

he could will his cock to stand at the full length and girth

with barely a touch

‘oh lord’ he thought

‘I could have him hard with just a whisper

and how amazing would it be with a touch, a suck

and perhaps he could stay like that for an endless all day fuck… oh god’

and with that a fire lit inside his hardening cock

that would never go out

sometimes, only a bite on the throat will suffice.

right there.

right there in the hollow above your collarbone

at the place where your neck meets your shoulder.

that’s where i want to call home.

he leaves me naked

defenseless

writhing in a white abyss

reaching for something

anything

to keep from losing

everything again.

were your lips my pillows,

those eyes, the full moon’s light

with your arms as my blankets,

i just might sleep well at night.

I’m waiting

Longer and longer

Staring at the ground

Waiting

Hoping

For flowers to bloom

So the lonely dirt

Doesn’t have to

Sleep alone

I’m waiting

And waiting

As patience

Slowly kills me

My bed is an imitation, echoes

of the shoreline. Hallowed

as a moonless night in onyx

water, wadded sand and

insanity are the only memories

left of the most exotic tide

to ever crash upon my hips.

image via Coreys Dark Corner

late afternoon sun

watery diamonds dancing,

shadows stripe the sand.

water on water

rainclouds and ocean collide

my tears, nullified.

he had him bound and helpless

and hard as the proverbial rock

and once he harnessed that shaft base

in a tight leather and steel ring

he’d have his adamantine attention to himself

for hours to cum…….

again and again and again

buried under the rubble

of what we had become

a light shines through

to know he loves me still

keeps breath in my lungs

while i wait for my rescue.

I want to write

the story of our love

in the book

that is our life

and I’m going to call it pi

because it’s a story

that goes on for

infinity

Fingers down your spine,

my lips across your neck and

my hands in your hair.

there’s a brand of music that brings him to me. this dreamlike, haunting, synthesized heaven, a kiss in a song. i listen, and magically, he is barely a breath away.

and with every inhalation, i still find traces of you lingering on my tongue, adhering to the roof of my mouth, catching in my throat, and i find myself holding my breath as if doing so will help me to preserve the taste of what little of you remains.

Mornings without you

Left to my own devices

Gentle strokes and

A vivid mind

Thoughts of your legs

Straddling my hips

Securing our love

With every slow and

Subtle thrust