Devour the moist, Sugar-soft lips. Bathe in a delicious Flood of naked kisses.
Lick her blushing Porcelain skin, wet With vintage champagne And streaming with liquid caramel.
8 Jul 2009
Onto my bare white-chocolate skin A smear of honey sweat falls From the silky petal of your breast. Weak with lust I stare. Behold my sordid goddess; And me, worshipping your shadow.
I have always had a fascination with language and the written word but I am plagued by the question : can I call myself a writer if I can't find the right words? That's what I'm here to find out.