To outgrow any weakness, we have to first feel the pain and the embarrassment it brings.   We remember how it feels and we replay those awful images and we learn to coexist with nightmares.

My eyes open, to the imagined. My eyes closed, to the real.   My ears open, to hallucinations. My ears closed, to your voice.   My mouth open, to ramblings. My mouth closed, to anything sensical.   My hand open, once to yours. My hand closed, now to yours.

With poetry I glide upon your skin my lazy fingers wander, and burn you within. Making you wait, keep things on edge as your forbidden fruit slowly ripens. Hands tied, pupils wide, you open and part your legsutterly submitting to...

Sharing a flame with you and savoring every moment that we burn together.   Sharing your touch and close we tangle, two flames become one love.   Sharing all of you makes me feel fulfilled and stoke this fire forever.   Sharing a moment like this is...