Erotica

Such wonder mixed with bliss
Often sealed with a kiss
Only few may resist
The warmth that can exist

Unconsumable flame
With countless secret names
A steady flowing rush

Erotica is never my speciality, but I still tried. So here it is.. Hope you like it.

brother meets sister and you know what happens. They share more than a candy apple

It was in a seedy club
Where I spied her in the gloom

I hope this will speak for itself...

Well, what can i say?

When I Neptune wear my Naught less—crown
Twisting floridly like a narwhal up and down!
My mercury flower a bouquet sea-cucumber
Wasp-castanet-stars of pollen, endless in number

I long to go down on you,
Like a setting sun
Burying the earth in slow light

I want your legs wrapped,
Around my head like dreams
Stifling my sleep

I need to feel your love,

Sandra decides to enroll a special course, where some trainers will have sex on her, no matter if she changed her mind...

O’ Maiden of a quiet, mournful, repose
Wasn’t it not love at beauty’s doze
That your sweet dark eyes spoke
Of this emanated dew ragged rose.
Wasn’t it a boy in manlier clothes?

Can I bask in the meadow?
Of her sunlit shade;
Breathe in the musk tomorrow
That holds her golden name.

Can I walk in the garden?
Along her rivers of pain
Where the surface woodlands

He opens the door entering a dark and silent room except for the sound and light of the television. Picking up the remote from the end table, he turns off the television.

Normally, he likes to cook in a kind of laid-back, follow-your-instinct-get-inspired-and be-creative- fashion (in a way quite similar to how he acts the bedroom).

The Giant Lord finally finds relief amongst his subjects.

Art is the high priest of communication said the man who called himself the beast.

I wrote this down with a drawing of your lips in my sketchbook.

With you inside.

This bed.
Undressed.

And the radio humming.

We fit each other,
as if new socks.

Tight and taut.

Our eyes then take a trip,
coaxed by feel.

We are nothing,
but

hope you feel this free soon

Distractions in suburbia.

Tied to the flower of wooden release