SHE'S JUST AMAZING

You're so in control
Just makes me want to break you
Push you to your limit
Get you to your edge
And then tip you over it
Push your anger.
Push your joy.
You love seeing how much I want you.
Seeing how impolite you can be
I love your accent when you talk
Hearing you say dirty words.
It makes me want to taste your mouth
But when we're naked.
Naked in our bed
Heaven in our sights
We say everything
We can still hear the angels
She'll be the dirtiest good girl
Just let her be good.
I lose my your control with her
Don't call her a whore.
Because at that moment,
She couldn't be more pure.

MY MEMORY

I understand drawing from memory, writing from memory,
describing a face you've seen so many times
that it floats behind your eyes like after-images of a sunset,
or a body you've held so many nights
but how is it that I write memories of one
I've never seen or touched?

It seems impossible, yet when I touch my pen
to the page for you, without dreaming, without
any effort to imagine I can remember the way
your eyes soften when I say I adore you,
the devilish, teasing curve of your seductive smile,

and when I lie in bed at night, it takes no act of will
to call forth your body, you are there before I know it's you,
your thigh pressed along the length of mine, your slight,
surprised gasp as you find my arousal, the scent of you –
it seems impossible, but I remember and you are here.

A BEAUTIFUL SHOW

The room is dark,
A swirl of violets, crimsons,
And blues of deepest midnight.

In the corner, a music box chimes,
Its dancer twirls in an everlasting circle
The silk blinds bellow about in the wind,
The open window, high as the ceiling,
Agape, open for someone to come home,
Where could she be?

Perfume drifts amidst the wind,
A whisper – nay, a kiss,
Of lavender, of roses,
Of innocence

Paper lay on a nearby table,
Each buried by the one on top,
One is pleading for attention.
It is a diary,
It's ink is slightly wet and smeared,
A lone candle, dwindling to an inch from
Gives the command
"Grace the empty chair"

A ray of moonlight knife's its way through the silky white curtains,
As one, her, curtains, and moonlight
dance as though they have danced for eternity.
Still, she spins,
Twirl and step in perfect flow,
Elegance a melody of a beautiful lover ...
A shape... a form... a dancing girl...

But she is solid in this form,
The moonlight does reveal,
Yes, for within the white folds the girl twirls, spins and steps,
But she is as solid as the midnight air.

TONITE, NO GAMES

Tonight, there are no games.
We are ourselves, and this is what we desire.
Tonight, there are no secrets.
You know my name, I know yours

Tonight, there are no demands.
I will simply give you what you want,
what you crave, what you need.

Tonight let your voice sing your body's song.
I want to hear you screaming in pure pleasure,
taking in the pain because you want it and
not simply because I wish to give it.


I want to taste your passion in the very air.
I want your yearning to overtake your body
and fill the entire room.

I want to feel your hands, fevered with longing, on my body.
I want to feel your devotion pouring out through your fingertips.
I need to take you to the place where
pain and pleasure melt into each other,
leaving only sensation.

I need to use you, to give you more than you thought you could handle
and watch you wanting only more.
I need to know you want me as badly as I want you;
that our need is so evenly matched as to be not only twinned,
but one drive in two bodies.

I need you. Tonight. Now. Right where we are.

WISH I COULD

I can dream and lust, and sometimes feed that lust with fantasies of you naked and writhing under my touch
But I can't say the words. Instead, I lift my hand to touch you. Where the touch lands doesn't matter.
I just move my hand in the direction of this goddess who has taken possession of my heart.
My heart is pounding. Our gazes lock and we communicate without words.
"I want you...," I whisper, and pull you closer. Then, all at once, you choose.
"That's it, don't stop," you say, your voice husky, your fingers playing in my hair.
You gasp when I slide my fingers deep inside you, and clamp my mouth firmly over your clit.
Hungrily I devour you, my fingers playing inside, moving easily because you are so wet.
You writhe and moan in response to every move I make.
"You are incredible," I whisper, kissing your face.
You respond with that enigmatic slight smile that always makes my heart skip a beat.
You have given me a taste of heaven, and I am content.
So these are my memories and my fantasies – my letter to you.
Memories, dreams and fantasies. Your gift to me.
Remember - fantasies or not, you will always own a piece of my heart.

CONTROL

"Why have you placed me in handcuffs?" I asked
"Because I want you to feel helpless," She responded.
"Does it bring you pleasure to control my freedom?" I asked.
"It brings me pleasure to have you feel helpless," She said.

"Do you enjoy controlling my way of thinking?" I asked.
"It is the most important thing I can do," She replied.
"You have had me naked, baring myself," I stated.
"Physical control is not nearly enough," She said.

"We have often shared our bodies and sex," I murmured
"To control your mind is more essential than your body," She answered.
"You know how much arousal being controlled creates in me," She said.
"Yes, your control allows you to use me anyway you choose," She grinned

"I have only begun," She replied
"Am I not your property?" I asked.
"Yes. To control something it first must be owned," She stated.

"Would you ever put me on public demonstration?" I asked.
"I may show pictures & videos of you to others," She answered.
"How would you feel having others see your property?" she asked.
"Pride and a demonstration of my ownership is good," I replied

CHANCE

I met a beautiful woman on the corner of chance and circumstance
So I crossed my heart and hoped to die on Cupid's fate
That if he turned his back on my bout with love
I'd steal his bow and arrow take matters into my own hands
Even though I promised myself I'd touch the sky
Before I unzipped my heart before another woman
My mind got stuck
'Cause I offered her the sun, the moon and the stars
Telling her she didn't have anything but regrets to lose
Later I wondered aloud to myself
Could she really love me
As night gently lulled me to sleep with its song of silence
Would I wake and find all this was only an aching dream
Or was love finally on my side instead of riding against its tide
One thing for sure I was gonna hold on tight with a tiger's might