Tag Archives: a lover like no other

manuscripts….

 My love, hear me, know this to be true:

My skin is the poetry of your touch
Our story is sung with every moan that spills from my lips
And when you come deep inside me
my name becomes a rite of passage on your soul

many times, many ways…

Merry Christmas to you.

guard well your spare moments…


This dance we make beats in rhythm to my need.
You may fuck her and love her but it is my beat you return to.

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