We all have a list of the things we need to do. Adulthood is full of them. Our days are full of work, chores, and responsibilities. What’s your passion? What fills you with joy and gives you purpose outside of normal day-to-day productivity? It’s time to give your passion the attention and purpose it deserves. ...

If I were fearless, I would fly out to battle With a clarion call, Chainmail flashing in A glint of the sun, My sapphire sword Slicing cleanly through Injustice, Lies, greed. But I have no sword, no scales, No battle trumpet, Only a pen, a degree, And an ancestry made up of little chains— Like vines ...

“Tip-tapTip-tap,One-TwoOne-Two,”I repeat. “One-stepOne-step,One-TwoTwo-Three,”He whispers. I falter,I sway,I trip,I bumble. I leap,I soar,I fly,I descend. “My love,My love,”I call. “My dove,You okay?”He asks. “My darling,Never better,”I reply. For I am yours,Mon amor.

public glancesall sharp and nastyyet behind those looksyour eyes scanthe landscapeas you take inthe rise ofmy ebony moundsand stare at my nipslonging to caressthem with the warmthof your fingertipscareful not to be noticedas your eyes drift frommy nips to my hipsand to the gapbetween my thighsforcing the spacein your slacksto lessen yetkeeping yourlack and lusting ...

Let your thoughts of me  carry you through your day  and rock you to sleep at night. Featured image by Rodnae Productions, courtesy of Pexels

your non-verbal moaned I am yours sweet, vulnerable and... powerful at the same time

My body starves for passion But - your touch is vacuous

I want you to strip my dying heart. I want your lips to tease my skin, I want you to show me how much I need you, I want to show you how much I want to undress your clothes from your skin, I want to feel you deep within my core, I want us ...

I can see you sitting across from me. Your eyes were dark and eerie. But there was nothing about you that screams danger. Your stance was high but the way the calmness of your stance starts to still me. You’re alone at the piano. The quickness of your fingers and the soulful music you were ...

The heat from your lips starts to warm my body from within, I arch my back from your gentle touch, The restraints kept me in place, I’m bounded to this bed by your aching love and your gentle touch.