When our cold moment begins... You lament about unspoken secrets. My lips meet yours and there's no warmth.   When our cold moment heightens... We are both intimate and distant.  You're neither here nor there.   When our cold moment climaxes... Your heavy breath frigid as we share...

touch me in the darklet me feel you masculinedesire grinds against meand I respond with my needoccult visions of us assail my resolvetittilate my sexit's the depraved part of you I cravedown in my soullust builds and I weepit...

exalting your presence I breathe into youa deep sigh escapes mea fascination an obsession is my desire for youdo I dare confess?secret sin my covetess wantloosing myself on the winds of fatewhispering an enchantment so you will feel mesacred...

It’s the little thingsThe drift of wind that lifted a sunlit strand of hairTo hang suspended on the breezeAnd my imagination was transfixedBy the first inkling Of the magic that you would weave.I remember summer daysAlways in my memories.The look...