. When I touch myself Whilst thinking of you, I forget who These hands belong to… Eyes closed, dear Muse I seek your smell, I crave your voice I miss your silhouette! Yet again, my imagination Vastly suffices To raise me slowly but surely Closer to paradise… These growling moans All bear your name, You…… Continue reading When I touch myself…
. Sometimes, I think I invented you, out of the blue. Out of boredom maybe, or just because I needed you. An unwritten poem that lingered on my lips when I was about to surrender to sleep. Like a vaporous goodnight kiss, light as a feather brush. I might have painted you angel wings, while…… Continue reading My favorite curse….
. Sexy’s not usually Part of my vocabulary… But it so sticks to you, No matter who. You mumble, I stutter But don’t we connect? Our kindred feelings Are as good as it gets… Do you sometimes feel My lips pressed against mine As real as I feel It? Do you sometimes Wonder? What it…… Continue reading Sexy…
Absinthe dreams, Tingling liquid Fingertips Holding the key To the forbidden Land… I walk blinded, Wrist-bound And gagged… Following the Ethereal whispers Of old yearning Fantasies. Should I dare Dip a toe In your dark Waters, and Risk drowning In your haunting Gaze? Another drink, My mind swirls And for a moment I lean on…… Continue reading Absinthe dreams
. And I shall Exorcise This unsolicited Fantasy, By screaming it From the top Of my lungs Into a Pandora box Sealed shut, With a kiss… Never to be opened, Again!
. Oh! Please say my name… It is the sweetest of sounds, When it’s on your lips!
. Lay your sweet Laughter On my cheek. Whisper your sweet Nothings to My ear…. Let me hold you Tight and Near. It might just Be just a Fantasy, But the very Thought of us Soothes me… Mind not my Wandering Feelings, The fault’s on you For being Ever so charming. I apologize Handsome, For…… Continue reading Meek…
. If I close My eyes Tight enough, I can still Hear The sweet melody Of the cast Shadow Of your fingers Running errands Down my Spine and Around my hips… Humming, softly Your most Unspeakable lullabies to my hungry ear. And though you dared Mocking The tone Of my blushing cheeks, The goosebumps On…… Continue reading Sweet melody…
. Sitting on the edge of Mourning Echo Cliff, Shadow revelled at the sight of the destruction nibbling its way towards the horizon, slowly but surely. With every hamlet catching on fire, his dark plumage ruffled with evil satisfaction. There was much left to do, but the very esquisse of his early work gave him…… Continue reading Silent fury…
. Fighting the ever tempting numbness of sleeping, Vohne had bravely guarded his lover for hours. He could tell that her dreams were stormy to say the least… She constantly kicked and moaned, but at least she was getting a little rest. After every twist and turn of her fragile silhouette, he delicately readjusted her…… Continue reading A little rest…
Cyranny's Cove 