Poetry can change your life, but don’t expect it to change the world. Only you have the power to take on that challenge. A poem can stir the heart, but it can’t cast a vote.

When Will I See You Again?

So many promises

wrapped up in excuses,

always tomorrow

but never today.

Turn Me On

Not a word is said. You turn me on with just your eyes. Fingers gripping my hard cock. My pleasure held in the palm of your hand.

Rage Against Love

Spare me your pity—

the worthless platitudes,

just let me rage

against love.

Set my heart free—

just leave me be,

to rip the stars

from the night sky,

while I scream—

go fuck yourself

to the moon.

Please—

pretty please,

just let me rage

against love.

The Two of Us

How easy the glass

slipped from our hands,

shattered shards—

the jagged truth

crystal clear,

left to sparkle

in the dullness.

All our energy

put into breaking—

what was already broken.

Risk Everything

How precarious the fine line between acceptance and rejection. Yet, here I am again—placing another bet on the table. Going all in. Willing to risk everything for a chance to win this stupid game we call love.

Awake

I became so obsessed with you, that I even convinced myself that you loved me.

Guilty Sex

Temptation comes—

a stage is set,

your lifted skirt

with panties wet,

the sweet allure

of guilty sex,

you giving head,

lips cherry red—

fucking in your

parents’ bed.

Sunshine in Raindrops

I could speak of your generosity of spirit—the sublime language spoken by your heart. But it is your laughter I miss the most. The rarest gift you ever gave me.

It Was the Night

It was the night—

when stars fell

from your lips.

My hands

on your hips,

pulling you closer.

Our parting wish—

to be forever,

held together

in a kiss.

The Explicit Request

You pushed me hard against the tree and slid your hand down the inside of my jeans.

“I know you respect me and that’s lovely,” you said kissing my lips. “However tonight, please spare me your polite words and gentle hands.”

I felt your slender fingers grasp my cock as you whispered into my ear.

“I don’t want you to fuck my pretty pussy—I want you to destroy it.”

Humility

Humility is the ability to celebrate a victory and not let your success defeat you.

Rejection

“Would you like to smoke this joint with me?”

Sophia had a habit of asking rhetorical questions. A well-practiced distraction technique she had perfected over the years, and one I couldn’t possibly resist. No matter how hard I tried.