Scent

I love the way you smell
after we've made love.
The sweat, the musk, the sweet,
sweet scent of satisfaction.
I want to sink into you.
To gobble you up.
To be as necessary for you
as the air you breathe,
The food you eat.
To become a part of you...
so close to you that you can't tell
where you stop and I start.
Am I obsessed with you?
Absolutely.
You know what else?

I love the way you taste.

Give Me

Give me no pale, vapid love
barely remembered
at break of day.
No distracted kisses,
dry and dearth of desire.
I don’t want your
love by rote and rule-
stroke here, thrust there.
Roll over and play dead.
No! Show me your need.
that claws and screams
Kisses that bite and sting.
Let me feel a grinding
pounding passion pushed to
the brink and beyond.
Turn me over. Tie me down.
Hurt me. Tease me.
Tempt and try me.
Want me. Crave me
Past reason. Past thought.
Give me
...everything.

Young Man

Young man
so firm and fine
Hard belly. Hard thighs.
Hard…
to resist.

Let me
teach you how
to please a woman,
to please…
me.

Touch me
there, oh, yes, just
like that. I
like …
that.

You learn fast
my sweet, sweet boy.
Come back here.
Cum…
again.

Young man
so firm and fine.
Hard mouth. Hard cock.
Hard
to forget.

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Finesse

An older man
is like a fine wine,
bold and compelling.
well-seasoned and
complex.
Sometimes a little tart
to the palate
but oh so sweet
going
down.

Our Time

Moonlight casts pale shadows
On the rocky path ahead.
Eager steps tread lighty.
I follow where I'm led.
Just ahead I see you,
A figure dark and tall.
You beckon me to follow.
My name you softly call.

A cabin looms before us.
The door you open wide,
Then pull me cross the threshold
So we are safe inside.
The stillness holds us captive.
No breath, no blink, no sigh
Caught in a timeless moment
With no will to deny.

Our passion is forbidden.
For each the risk is clear.
Danger lurks in darkness,
And yet we have no fear.
As lips meet thunder crashes.
Wild lightning strikes with speed.
A violent storm arises
To match our growing need.

Clothes fall in scttered madness.
Your hands trace wanton trails.
Heat and fire enchant us.
Soft words weave ancient spells.
Our limbs entwine in ardor
As flesh meets flesh untamed.
Trembles grow to fury
With each stroke I am claimed.

I scream aloud with pleasure.
Each breath a hungry groan.
Your hands are rough and knowing.
They force from me each moan.
No gentle lover are you.
No easy whispered lies.
Instead you take me boldly
Your need you can't disguise.

Night's temple holds us captive.
Each touch stirs new desire.
Banked embers reignited
To blaze in raging fire.
Lips move in exploration
And meld in dark demand.
Temptation leads us onward.
Its call we can't withstand.

But dawn's light soon approaches.
Our time is almost gone.
Soon you will be departing.
Again I'll be alone.
Days will pass uncounted
Till we may meet again
To steal away and play it
This game we'll never win

Yours

Just a stray
glance,
the softest brush
of a
finger
across my
cheek
a certain
gruffness
in your
voice,
and I am
there.
I can feel myself
soften,
dampen.
My lips open
and so does
my mind.
It opens, and you come in.
You fill me.