SUGARPLUM
On those sleepless nights With beating heart I am interrupted By the odourless taste of your cum
IN YOUR HANDS
With just a part of me I welcome you to embark Upon my infinite mystery Of unwritten love letters
THE ANCHORAGE
There came the fiery lough In a cavern not too far away I retreated to the firth of your benign anchorage
With Soft Breath
Lover my dear May I devour you Without foreplay or warning With the gladsome and enjoyment Of a thousand orgasms
Golden Violin
He made a song about me Sang to me like therapy Enthralled by his golden violin He pledged his devotion In pieces of poetry
Agile
It glistened as polished as I left it As his erect penis As it lay perpendicular Affixed to his muscular frame
