One too many
Sunset and rise,
We find one another
No space.
No time.
Touching timidly,
Kissing frantically,
The synergy
Magnetizes us like
Between two planets.

But when
Our bodies
Finally unite and
Our skin burns
With the fire
Of our collision,
The flames
Are not of
But of

Our love blazes
Than the sun,
Entangling us
In the breathless
Of two becoming one.

Flesh to flesh.
Limbs entwined.
Nothing will be saved.
Nothing to be spared.

Our love.
Our need.
Our unending

Like gravity.


a sigh of relief
I smile
I breathe
just keep going
that’s all you can do
but the little things
that make you feel alive
are the ones that are
the most fleeting
and while they
only last a moment
they add enough
to the darkness
to keep me
from going

Bed Sheets

Love between the sheets by millionmilesofwater via
Love between the sheets by millionmilesofwater via

Incandescence permeates
the thin cloth we hide beneath
Is it the sunset, or the sunrise?
Or is it us, glowing from within?
I cannot tell how long we’ve been here
Beneath these bed sheets
Wading in and out of
The warmth of each others delight.
It started with the promise of
Your hands, those lovely fingers,
So strong and reaching,
Clinging to my face as you searched…
Your clear, cogent stare seeking
Out the bubbles of doubt and fear
That percolated behind my eyes….
Your sweet, gentle, knowing smile
Popping each one with precision
Until my own hands softened and urged
Those lips to taste away any remnants
Of my trepidation.
And I surrendered.
In potent kisses,
Whispered words,
And gasping giggles,
My body becomes your candle.
You light me, ignite me, melt me
Into a puddle of sighs and pleas that
Dash against you fervently
Warming you from the outside in.
But still, we are incomplete.
Your coaxing and urging turn to
Pinning and taking.
No longer a question,
Submission is required.
And my stinging skin is
Reward for us both.
The last of your will
Lands, glistening, on my flesh.
Salty strands of love for me to
Play in, taste and treasure.
After our skin cools
And heartbeats slow,
You carry me beneath the shower.
Where the water pressure
Is a delicious reminder of
The wicked sin that is our pleasure.
All that you can deliver,
I want it bad
I want it again, and again, and again.
So that when I wake to see
Incandescence permeate these bed sheets,
I can smile at you and
Feel your smile in return.
Just as you are, my sun.

Pressure by Milk & Bone

You’re like good water pressure
In a cold rainy summer,
All that you can deliver, I want it bad
You’re like good water pressure
In a cold rainy summer,
I can feel in my fingers all the last inner comfort of your
Bed sheets, your bed sheets
Is this your heart beat?
Or is it mine?
Heavy but slowly,
Save it for now
You’re like good water pressure
In a cold rainy summer,
All that you can deliver, I want it bad
You’re like good water pressure
In a cold rainy summer,
I can feel in my fingers all the last inner comfort of your
Bed sheets, your bed sheets
They turn with hunger,
Poll soaked with mine
Better and deeper into your mind
You’re like good water pressure
In a cold rainy summer,
All that you can deliver, I want it bad
You’re like good water pressure
In a cold rainy summer,
I can feel in my fingers all the last inner comfort of your
Bed sheets, your bed sheets

My blanket fort


Beneath the
Soft swaths of sheets
In the dewy light
Of morning
Your fingers are slaves
To my skin
Your breath is sin
On my flesh
I’m lost in the
Sweet pain
I’m found in the
Playful tickles
Turn to joyous
Surrender as
I watch your lips
Through the language
Of your passion
And then feel them
As they are part of me
On my desperate mouth
On my sensitive skin
On my slick, wanton flesh
Beneath this canopy
Created lovingly
For the girl
Who never grew out
Of such things
You explore the
Enraptured in
The adventure
She can bring
But beyond exploration
As you bury yourself
Inside my slippery
And my body sings
Our union
Under the blankets
Of our love
It is not that of
Two souls finding
Each other
But that of one
The pleasure builds
Then fervently
Until our bodies
Are embattled
In the loving game
Only we
Can create

Everything and Nothing

Everything's Possible by karfozy via
Everything’s Possible by karfozy via

The battle wages within.

She is a champion, driven and dependable. The heart of an empath.  The blood of a warrior. The mind of a scholar. The smile of an angel.

But inside, she is a failure. A fraud. A broken down actress who fakes it because she doesn’t know any other way.

She is everything. Yet… She is nothing.

Do you see her there? Pushing herself in every attempt to attain perfection. Striving constantly to one up herself.

Do you understand what it takes to persist without persistence, to subsist without sustenance?

She is everything. No. She is nothing.

He sees her. Watching her struggles and successes. He is proud of her, regardless of her endeavor or its outcome.

But she is blind to his adoration and deaf to his respect. She can only feel her own isolation. She cannot be taught.

She is everything. But, she is nothing.

Until… He makes her see. He makes her feel. He makes her learn.

The world shrinks and life seems manageable. The darkness doesn’t seem so black and the lightness isn’t so blindingly bright.

She learns of respect, worth and hope. She finds peace in the corners she once ignored. And finally, basking in the warmth of self actualization… She is the sunset and the sunrise.

She does not have to be everything.

She was never, ever nothing.


Tangled fingers,
Whispers and breath,
My heart thrums your song
Deep inside my chest.

Feather light kisses
Deft exploration,
I’m the stars and planets
As you map my constellation.

Growl against
Those sensitive finds,
Testing my body
As we further entwine.

Tickle and taste me
I know that sweet torture
Will offer me sanctuary
No need for brick and mortar.

Sign your name on my flesh,
Please, mark my skin.
So I can be reminded
Of bliss again and again.

My patchwork knight
Take what you’ve won
I will sing beneath your touch
And will be your rising sun.


Touch VIII by Madmanu via

High on life
On you
On me
Licking our lips
Nose to nose
There is
No air
To come up for
There is
No space
Needed between us
Your fingers
Tuck away a bit
Of autumn sunrise
While one of mine
Dips into
That valley hidden
Beneath the scruff
Those lips
I adore
Which cannot
Kiss me enough
Which cannot
Speak too much
Which cannot
Utter a single hurt
At mine
Like a bee
That life giving
Take more
There’s always more
Like this
We could
Buzz forever


Perched in your lap
Hands on your cheeks
Sipping away at your
Sugar, sweet kisses
Until my jaw aches
And my lips burn


A growl in your throat
Fingers tighten in aggravation
Across my creamy, soft thighs
Pressing the urgency within
Straight through my flesh
To my hungry core


Long, puffed exhales
With soft, liquid smiles
My hands find a path
Beneath your shirt
And dance through
That soft, dark fur beneath


Baring your teeth and
Narrowing your eyes
Wake up, Beast!
Come out and play with me
A giggle bubbles from
Somewhere next to my heart


Determination sets your brow
Your hands cover mine
Pulling them, and me
Around you, against you
Crushing me with the
Strength of a Daddy Bear


Our bodies are not bodies
But fire, light and electricity
Control is lost to these
Primal needs and desires
Unfolding and invading
Like hungry vines in the wild


No more breath, no more sound
Just you, thrusting inside
With furiousity, unmeasured
Deeper, more, harder, faster
Until you still me in one glance
With that carnal look of intimacy


Take me, tease me, torment me
Chase me, Hunt me, Catch me
Over and over, until you cannot
And I surrender, wicked Beast
Because you make me


A Bedtime Wish

A fairytale written just for me,
I listen, intently
for the happily ever after. 

A princess and a knight,
in a world I can only imagine,
finding the love of dreams.

A little girl’s fantasy,
so very rare in reality, but
captured in the moments in between.

A Bedtime Story,
for the child in my heart,
one I can cherish for eternity.

A tale that heals,
in its innocence, but
burns with hidden passion.

The kind of story,
that rewrites the past,
and creates a new future.

A fairytale, written only for me,
a treasure of trust and hope,
for me, only for me.

bedtime stories by Rona Keller via

I need you

Isolation by vpotemkin via
Isolation by vpotemkin via

Between breaths
When I am broken, raw, and spinning

Between smiles
When I am cut to the quick, not winning

Between moments
When I isolate to sort myself out

Between fixes
When all I want to do is stomp and shout

Between whimpers
When I am just too fucking much for the world

Between heartaches
When I wonder why I can’t just dance and twirl

Between arguments
When I fail to convey the right point

Between looks
When I watch myself disjoint

Between worlds
I am lost, introspective
That is when I need you
Without, I am simply defective.