Sparrows I could watch all day, The way they hop and fight and play. I watch them through the window’s glass, In my garden, bold as brass. I want to put them in my mouth, Squeeze their bones, feel them bounce In my cupped hands, their little beaks Pecking as they scratch and squeak. I…Read More
I have this splinter in my heart. Cold and sharp, it makes me start. It has no business being there, I wish I could learn not to care. A proper person minds it not, Their woes, once felt, are soon forgot. They brush away their tears and smile, All is forgiven, in a while. But…Read More
When his fingers brushed, purposefully, against mine, I felt a bolt of excitement in the very depths of my groin. It was almost painful, how acutely I wanted him, and my whole body thrummed with desire. It was so clear, so incredibly clear, that we were going to go bed with each other.Read More
Your hair would be a curly mane,
As dark as deepest night.
Your lips would be a cherry red,
Your eyes so blue and bright.
Your skin, the colour of spun gold,
As caramel as his,Read More
There are two voices in my head,
One speaks white, the other red.
White says, “drink this glass of water,”
Red says, “whiskey would be hotter.”
They chat away, all day and night,
Let’s do wrong, or let’s do right.Read More
I would make love to him now and then, although so often I would lie in his arms, frustrated and aroused, wanting him to treat me dirtily, to put his mouth on my sex and make me quiver. But he was too shy. He would rub up against me, his arms wrapped around me and his erection pressing into my back, nuzzling my neck. But he was too nervous to pin me down and take me as I wanted to be taken.Read More
I have noticed this with German men; when they are making love to you they are all in, they hold nothing back. British men often seem to be half there; socks on or their boxers half way down their legs. But German men are committed, they get right down to it. It’s a really pleasurable experience, having sex with German men.Read More