This young man one night was born,
As I lay sleeping in my dorm.
I am old enough to be his Mother,
But this stud muffin is now my lover.
My pulse quickens when he is near.
My heart he'll break one day I fear.
But for now, I'll take him here on the floor.
I am Cougar.
Hear me roar.
December 2nd, 2012
Atlanta
"Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs." William Shakespeare
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Showing posts with label Naughty. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 2, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Breakfast in Bed
Now I wake me from my Sleeps
Warm and naked between the Sheets
Reaching out to Touch your Face
But of your Face there is no Trace.
Then, from the Kitchen comes a Noise
The Smell of Coffee and other Joys
Come back to bed, My Darling, My Sweet
There's Love to make and things to Eat.
February 12th, 2012
Atlanta
Warm and naked between the Sheets
Reaching out to Touch your Face
But of your Face there is no Trace.
Then, from the Kitchen comes a Noise
The Smell of Coffee and other Joys
Come back to bed, My Darling, My Sweet
There's Love to make and things to Eat.
February 12th, 2012
Atlanta
Monday, January 9, 2012
Venus
The pen wet with ink from her well did drink
To write lines that stoke the fire of her desire
Once more and again to rise and to sink
Driving her, Driving her on to the brink
Wave upon Wave bore down on her shore
Gasp upon Gasp urging for more
Surf booming loud shaking the sky
Singing the truth Sigh upon Sigh
For Venus-Who-Roams
January 9th, 2012
Atlanta
To write lines that stoke the fire of her desire
Once more and again to rise and to sink
Driving her, Driving her on to the brink
Wave upon Wave bore down on her shore
Gasp upon Gasp urging for more
Surf booming loud shaking the sky
Singing the truth Sigh upon Sigh
For Venus-Who-Roams
January 9th, 2012
Atlanta
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Love-Me-Knot
She loves me
She loves my knot
With my finger
She begs me to linger
Tickle with a feather
She loves me forever
December 28th, 2011
Atlanta
She loves my knot
With my finger
She begs me to linger
Tickle with a feather
She loves me forever
December 28th, 2011
Atlanta
Monday, November 28, 2011
Salty Wench
Pour vinegar on the chips
Put a wiggle in your hips
Come here, make haste
and give me a taste
of the salt upon your lips
For ECF
November 28th, 2011
Atlanta
Put a wiggle in your hips
Come here, make haste
and give me a taste
of the salt upon your lips
For ECF
November 28th, 2011
Atlanta
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Butterfly Kisses
Moans & sighs
Hands on thighs
Butterfly kisses
Lover's wishes
A dozen tiny breaths
A thousand little deaths
For ECF
August 11th, 2011
Delta Flight 4970
Hands on thighs
Butterfly kisses
Lover's wishes
A dozen tiny breaths
A thousand little deaths
For ECF
August 11th, 2011
Delta Flight 4970
Friday, April 9, 2010
Far Away
Far Away I Miss
Your Lips, your Kiss
I wish to be Beside
You to Slip and Slide
And Glide Inside
You my Mouth
to Travel South
With ease to
Tease and Please
You to Hear
You Groan
And Moan
And Sing to the Sky
To Hear you Sigh
Face to Face
In my Embrace
I Miss
Your Pretty Eyes
I Miss
You
For B-Dub
April 9th, 2010
Atlanta
Your Lips, your Kiss
I wish to be Beside
You to Slip and Slide
And Glide Inside
You my Mouth
to Travel South
With ease to
Tease and Please
You to Hear
You Groan
And Moan
And Sing to the Sky
To Hear you Sigh
Face to Face
In my Embrace
I Miss
Your Pretty Eyes
I Miss
You
For B-Dub
April 9th, 2010
Atlanta
Thursday, March 11, 2010
L-Bomb
Feeling the rush
Of Loves first blush
A teenager's crush
Into the fire
Burning with desire
Never to tire
Of kissing lips
Finger tips
And Silken hips
But slowly the yearning
And burning
Is turning
Into something real
And I kneel
Before you and say
Come what may
I will be true
I love you
For Susan
March 11th, 2010
Atlanta
Of Loves first blush
A teenager's crush
Into the fire
Burning with desire
Never to tire
Of kissing lips
Finger tips
And Silken hips
But slowly the yearning
And burning
Is turning
Into something real
And I kneel
Before you and say
Come what may
I will be true
I love you
For Susan
March 11th, 2010
Atlanta