Beautiful Imagery

I cannot help myself
against the slender slopes
hidden beneath her denim skin.
Inside me, there is a wolf, searching
to sheer this sheep's clothing
so that I may devour her.
Perhaps her She-Wolf would
exhale stifled howls, inviting me
to prowl freely and roam with Spirit.
Or perhaps I'm imaging such
in truth, I pray secretly
for 'sheepish' prey.
No trust for this lust;
I've lost myself before
to beastly beckoning echoing from bedrooms,
bidding consent to cum hither
for back breaking acrobatics -- 
but silence is my only partner these days,
karma suiting my insatiable inclination
for constant Kama Sutra sessions.


Maybe it's best to hold
my breath...
and let this blood red Moon
This wolf will go
waiting, quietly,
for a chance.


CLF 2015

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A Love For Today

My Everything


Oh sweet, sweet love

This day is meant for us

This day of passion and romance

With a hint of lust


Your crimson lips I yearn for

Your crimson lips that stain

Each and every memory

Helping me stay sane


Memories with a scent

Only your presence can leave

Another lost breathe,

That has been taken from me


Eyes molded in every thought

Angelic flesh beside me; lay

Sensations left on my skin

Reminders of the day


Traces of you are found

Intertwining with my heart

Footprint after footprint

A perfect love to impart


A day so sublime

A night so ideal

Today is meant for us

Flawlessly surreal



Of Dreams and Lovers


My lover knows my needs
she greets me in rose gardens
of the hidden recesses of my dreams
my needs she meets
when we greet under purple skies
we dance we forget we find sensual
trances in the flame of passion
lights the soul
the needs of the dreams of two lovers
who exist in the conscious who
lie in lust and dream somewhere between heaven
and hell...

Pleasure and Judgement in The Garden of Sin


Bodies intertwined like serpents in the garden of sin
souls dieing again and again
to find the pleasure in the pain
the judgement the sentence
the dream to awaken
to nurture the flower of skin
to consume the nectar that awaits within

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19 and Naïve

WARNING: This is a heavy piece of writing that deals with the topic of sexual assault through relaying a survivors experience of date rape. If you are offended or sensitive to this subject matter, then please refrain from reading this particular piece. 


To everyone else: I wanted this piece of writing to channel the various feelings, thoughts, and overall experience of what it's like to go through such a horrific experience. It's choppy, it's scattered, and it's devoid of warmth. It's as though you're watching these events occur, but you aren't really experiencing them. You're disconnected; dissociated. To the survivors of sexual assault, my heart goes out to you and I know your many pains. For me, writing about my experiences has provided more healing than any shrink or pills ever could. 

I'm always here to talk if anyone ever needs a listening ear, or sounding board. 

You're not alone.





19 and naïve




She rides the 5E down the line

It's 11 PM

Past her bedtime

Work in the morning, she'll sleep in


One shot,

One night,

One boy who never paid her mind


Cold, it's the Dead of winter. She takes off a glove and fixes her hair


He's finally noticed her

She's coming at his midnight beckon


Houses with closed blinds fly past the window

Ever closer to her destination


her heart beats in rhythm to the bumping of tires over potholes


A man boards the bus,

waves a glove in her face

Crazy wide eyes and alcohol on his breath,

insanity pours out of a poisoned mouth


She sidles past and steps outside,

Cold air punches her lungs and leaves her gasping


She's walking




Towards the house in the middle of the street


The house he's waiting for her in



Waiting for his chance


Stopping at the porch, he welcomes her with open arms,

Tall and strong, enveloping her in a disconcerting embrace


They enter,

A staircase leads up


to a room


The room


The room with posters

And a laptop

And an inflatable mattress


'We're going to watch a movie'


It's not a question


We are

I am


I sit, but he wants to lay

His voice slithers wet and heavy in my ear


'You want it, but I'm not giving it to you'


My brain starts to ache


Throat becomes sandpaper

I've forgotten how to breathe


I don't want it


Hands now roaming my body without permission 

Shallow compliments fall on me and explode in a queasy stomach


I'm going numb

His mouth on mine

This isn't how I imagined it


Fighting back against bile rising in my throat


When did I become naked


He tells me I want it


I still don't


What happened to the movie

I just wanted a movie


He's inside me

Everything hurts

His face is ugly

And I think I hate him


He tells me to shut up


I can't


A hand strikes me





'I told you to be quiet'


Strong hands now hug my throat

A violent embrace

I want to cough

I can't





Spots dance before my eyes


Tears threaten to fall

Please don't betray me

Trying to maintain


I can't



He grabs my face


'Are you crying?'


There's amusement in his voice

It's a game to him


He soothes me

Wipes my tears

Before resuming


Mouth to my ear again




'I love raping you


I love raping you


God it's good


Dirty whore


I know you love it'


I'm there for years

I think I flew away  for a few of them




Out of the room with the inflatable mattress

Out of my body


The body that rejected me

Made this happen



It's finally over

A lifetime has passed

I never knew a body could feel like this from the inside


I am dirty




Angry and




Now downstairs,  he pulls me on his lap

Another man is there and they casually chat

They're laughing


I'm sick


And I think he is too


Going home now

I'm back

I'm alive

(I think)


It's so cold


I work tomorrow


I'm going to sleep in



"When Is It Love?"

Just a thought!

Some say, Love comes in the beginning

Some even say, "It was Love at first sight"

Some profess, "Their Love came from the heart"

Some actually know, it was just lustful plight

Some see their dream and the endorphins kick in.

Some think it's Love, and don't know where to begin

Some spend a lifetime not knowing Love when....

Someday you'll realize..."Love comes in the end."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"When is it Love, When is it Lust, When is it Time, When does Love Trust?"

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Passion Princess

Just a thought!

Your propensity perplexes me, with your plethora of pent up passion,

Passionately professing prowess in persuading perseptive pawns.

Your persuasive powers presede you, in a pelvic picture plot,

Producing pretty pear shaped particulars, pre-emptive strike at dawn.

Potential parties plead to partake of predominate, pleasing portains,

Poised,  passing judgement, pleasure pending, you pick your poison'

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Passion Princess"

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He was after her thus,

The uncontrollable lust was,

There in his eyes,

In each organ of his.


She has sensed it at last,

His lust,

Is making her sick gradually,

Since her brain reminds her of it constantly.


Who wins in the end? Let’s see,

The lust or chastity!


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Make Up Sex

The Lust

Tear my skin apart

Let me feel your desire

Open wounds of passion

Set my soul on fire


Passionate licks

trail down my neck

Kissing so hard

I'm under attack.


Don't hold back

I'm not finished with you yet.

Rip off my clothes,

Make me later regret.


Touch me possessively

Seduce my skin

Let me be yours

Just let me in.


Hold my wrists to the bed

Make me anticipate 

A battle has begun

Destruction: Let's create


Manipulate my body

Grind in generous submission

Control my desire

Send me back to remission.


Skin begging to be caressed

You make me beg for release

Whispering in my ear

Oh, please. Please. Please.


Moving across the bed

Seductive bodies dancing

A rhythm so sly and evil

It's nearly romancing.


Finish the job, dear.

My skin only craves you

Let me know you want me

Please, baby, say you do.


Creshendo then silence

Anticipation for the night

Will this be the last time

Or will we be alright?


What can you call this

Something so pure but taint

So thick with obscurity

Muddled down with old paint.


Hiding the flaws in the walls

Sex cannot fix our quandary

So shall we try again?

Wash away the inquiry.


We have nothing left

Love replaced by lust

Our love has failed us

Dead to become dust.

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