Ambient soul

Does it bother you, with my insomniac heart

To think of your ambient nostalgic soul?

Does it hurt, when my mind lingers on a tattered page too long?

Are you exorcised with every panicked breath?

If I slide my paper cut finger across my lips, will you feel it?

If I was a fire burning out of control, would you let me swallow you whole?

Just one last time, would you let me be so bold to worship you?

Kneel before you and beseech you with my tongue?

Scrape my teeth against your skin?

Would you close your eyes and sigh?

Would you look me in the eyes?

Take your pleasure while my fingertips traced sorrow along your spine?

Would you tell me your coming with your breath in my mouth?

Would you let me love you with despair in my heart?

Could you forgive me? My insomniac heart?



I can’t help it

feeling a little restless

intoxicated with lust


and I licked my pretty painted lips

while I held his gaze

and I knew it was wrong

but that was the thrill

as I kept him entertained

with the rise of fall of my

heavy nearly naked breasts

and I could see every dirty deed

and foul thought that erupted

between his ears

Images that set my blood on fire

as I leaned in closer

just for a sip

a taste

some forbidden touch

and his fingers are tracing circles on my thigh

and his breath is sneaking past my lips

and there’s a sound inside my head

desperately calling out my name

but my lips are crushed

and I’m pinned against the wall

where the beast begins his feast

and I’d stop this madness

if it didn’t get me quite so high

Hidden by the dark

and trying not to make a sound

my thighs around his waist

a tingle of awareness travels up my spine

and our time is running fast

And I loved what he brought to me

the gifts of him

his humor

and the way he laughed

as though the world were ending tomorrow

and he was present in every moment

whether he was buried deep inside of me

or thinking in the middle of the floor

god, and I was hanging on so hard

to all my fears

tangled in my doubts

and here we were

once again in the dark

and I was hiding

from what?

This beautiful man who dared to love me?

and I was sobbing at this point

while he was speaking the only language I could hear

one of lust and desire and smoke and fire

and I drew then on his lips

the story of my love and my anguish

and my heart was beating frantically

and this new song was an old song

I’d heard it a million times

and as he came inside me

and I died again and again

I understood the words

and how the things you fear the most

are what will set you free

and he taught me finally

before the time was spent

that heart which is free

is a heart that can love

and be loved.












I want to be hunted and stalked

my blood hot and heavy

I want the race and the chase

and I want to be caught up in your arms

I want to be afraid

and I want to find the will to fight

until you drag me away

make everything alright

I just want to be peeled out of my clothes

I want hands that  push and pull

I want commanding tones

and rough words that turn me on

I want to be turned this way and that

bruising kisses and long stares

I want my soul revealed

I want the beast to be set free

wild and untamed and glorious

I want the fires of hell

melting me…..


Missing him

A girl who waits in the night

to hear that car door slam

and her pulse is picking up the beat

as his steps sound brisk in the gravel

and her breath is shallow

as his key scrapes against the lock

eyes dilate and he’s inside

and she’s catching her lip with her teeth

as he shed’s his skin of work and civilized

and she’s wet with thighs clenched tight

as his shoes are being littered across the floor

and then he’s standing there

setting her on fire with his burning stare

minutes pass and then he’s across the floor

heartbeats crashing wildly, a storm torn gale

and his body is covering hers

his lips are claiming hers

and his hands are holding hers

and he’s killing her

and she’s dying

and he’s her home and haven

when he’s moving inside her

taking her higher in the night

she opens her mouth with a scream

pure delight and she’s tangled up

hung up and drenched in her man.


When the stars were shining

I was lying in the dark

arms spread wide

fingers tracing patterns on the sheets

and I had the music playing

the song it makes me think

of you standing at the door

and how my heart would pound

in tandem with each slow kncok

against the wood

and my lips are throbbing

and my knees are weak

and I can’t get enough air

Oh, what would I do

if I found you there

so fucking hot you set the air on fire

just waiting

and would I burn in the hell of your eyes

turn to ash with the searing heat of your lips?

The fan it lazily pushes the air above me

while the window is open

and I wish it was your fingertips

and your lips brushing kisses

across my naked skin

as I’m heavy and slow and lethargic

lost in the feeling

and this is me dreaming

of you

with your breath in my ear

my fingers buried in your hair

and speaking in tongues.

My fantasies are safe

buried  in the dark

the stars illuminating

this forbidden dream of you.



Little things

No need to get fancy

no flowers or candle light

just you and me in the dark

naked skin and bodies pressing

lips and teeth and heavy breathing

and my leg is trapped between your thighs

straining needs and desperate sighs

my fingers buried in your hair

and your hands are everywhere

climbing mountains and discovering valleys

bodies arching and pulsing and sweat dripping

time blends in with your deep satisfying moans

sinks beneath the surface

and your eyes are glazed with lust and fire

while my heart stamps out L.O.V.E.

And when you’re settled deep inside

I’ve nowhere I can hide

I breathe

you breathe

I breathe you deep inside

and this pressure has built up so high

I’m afraid I could die

until I hear your voice and feel your breath

and over the edge we fly

where two souls meet

and I’m so happy I could cry.

Just the little things to get me by.

Life and Death

The girl in black swayed in the wind as she stood atop the hill.  She always went to the highest point, where she could gaze down on the world.  Errant noises of city life would drift up to her, and she would sigh in frustration.

Today was no different.  Just another day atop the highest hill above the crowded screaming city.  Having felt frustrated and out of sorts, the girl in black took the hike and clambered to the top.  But today, she lay down in the green grass.

Spreading her arms out to her sides she let the sun place warm kisses upon her cheeks.  Trailing her palms lightly over the blades of grass, she realized how sensitive she was.  The tickling spread across her skin and stretched inside her body.

Soon the girl in black who stretched and sighed upon the grass atop the hill above the city forgot about her frustrations and her woes.  She took off her top and lay on the grass, to feel it scratching and poking and teasing the skin of her back.

She writhed and stretched and gloried in the feelings of her nerve ending waking up, and she laughed as her skirt bunched up around her hips and the grass began to tickle her thighs and calves.

And somewhere hidden atop this hill beyond the loud uncaring city sat a man, who was dark and brooding with long lashes and lips of sin.  He sat with a pen he used to scratch words onto a lone and windblown sheet of paper.  Agonizing over each syllable that bled from the pen.

Slowly, he became distracted from his dark and sullen thoughts.  As each word became farther and distant from his mind, his focus shifted to the sound of low and throaty laughter.  Something bothered him about this noise.  Something that made him stand and turn.  Something that told him he must investigate its source.

Weaving and swaying in the wind, he wound his way through the boulders and the trees to find a sight most beguiling to his astonished eyes.  There before him, close to the edge of a sheer cliff lay a girl half clad in black, exultantly alive and playing in the grass.

As the dark and brooding man hid himself as best he could behind a half dead tree, he watched as the girl slowly faded from joyful laughter to something slower and more intense as she rolled from her back to her stomach.

He watched in fascination as the girl still stretched and rubbed herself upon the grass.  Watched as she pushed herself up, just enough so only her nipples were caressed and teased by the green fingers of grass.  He watched as her face became bewildered and indecision furrowed her brow.

Pausing for a moment, the girl in black pondered what was happening to her body and how much tension she fought to let go.  Gently laying back down on to her stomach the girl breathed in the rich aroma of the earth.  Felt the grass abrade her fine skin the stretched taut across her stomach and rubbed her thighs to catch every fleeting scratch and tear.

The man who failed with words upon finding such a vision, prayed to whoever would listen that the girl in black would make the best decision and pull herself together and go.  But somewhere not so far and not so deep inside he wished she would continue.  Watching this resplendent creature writhe upon the earth in such shameless glory gave his blood new fire.

And so a moment crept by as she made her choice and he sent his prayers and made his wishes.  He watched as she pushed herself up slightly once more, just to brush her nipples through the grass.  And he watched as she bit her lip and closed her eyes, and listened for the soft sighs and crept a bit closer, dazed and confused as she reached down to pull her skirt a little higher.

Kneeling down the man began to crawl, slow and steady did he watch this girl as her fingers began to glide along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and her breasts swaying back and forth across the green grass.

Rolling to her side to face the sun, the girl in black gave into her basic needs.  Her ardor for life and living and all things good and pure took her to this place.  With her hand between her thighs and her skin bathed in the pleasures of the earth, she set a slow and steady pace.  While the man crept forward like a shadow, mesmerized.

Unable to stop his fingers from reaching out to take, his fingertips found warm and soft skin.  Trailing a path of fiery lust from ankle to knee, the man began again.  And traced a second path upon the bare and vulnerable skin from inner calf to inner thigh with nothing but his wet and thirsty tongue.

And the girl in black lay back with her breasts pressed into the grass and raised her hips in wanton fashion.  There were shadows trailing kisses along her body and she was too delighted with the new sensations to even care.  All she knew were the building waves that would soon be pummeling her back into the earth.  All she lived for was the moment she broke into a million different parts and stole the sunshine from the sky.

And as the man who was dark and brooding was filled with fire, his hands began to shift and shape and mold the girl in black.  She turned and stretched and writhed beneath his touch, until she was on her back and his lips were on her breasts and his hands between her thighs, petting and palming and caressing and kneading.

And on his knees he pushed and sank until he was buried inside the body that gave such life and light.  While his lips sipped and drank what her body had to offer, she took his fire and his power and somehow gave him new words to study and ponder.

And as the sun began to fall behind the shadow of the earth, she opened her eyes to see the dark and brooding man.  His eyes were yellowed like an old and weathered page of a book, and hidden inside was a demon possessed with finding life again.

Finally as the stars began to break across the sky, the girl in black and the dark and brooding man Came together with one last thrust, crying out their cosmic bliss, so loud and long the city below became silent just to listen.  Hearts beat heavy and bloods ran hot and soon the city was ablaze with red hot lust.

And the brooding man held the girl in black as the constellations burned the night sky.  Tracing new words into her skin with fingertips and lips and lashes and tongue.  Every word a brand into the skin that felt the life the earth held within.

Death had come to work a spell.  Life had come and given a miracle.  Life and Death lie entwined somewhere on a grassy hill between heaven and hell.