Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Poem of the Day


Come closer
Move under me
around me
throughout me
Let me pull the smell of
your arousal to me
Let your flavor invade
Surround me
Flood my mind with
thoughts of your deliciousness
Let me touch the
heaven I see and
plant my lips to
curve and flesh
Soft and warm
Give me your
Tangy nectar
Salty sweet
Lifeblood of
Entwine me in you
Free my mind
Become that breath
I breathe and
possess me as I
possess you.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Response to Stimuli

I stand on the
edge of a knife
Wavering; that
misstep that sends me
off kilter
Causing me to 
Blink again
Slice through my previous thoughts

Every line of
your form
Each curve and shape
Little hairs out of 
Movements of your 

Confident in silence
Eating up the sun and
pleasant wind
Unaware of 
the hustle bustle, the
Drifting in all that
lives around you
Perfect in your head, the
Elsewhere that takes you

Belonging to the
Part of it, you

Distracting is the 
Simplicity and I 
love it
Your uninterrupted
complete power over
accepting all that

You look up
Seeing me 
Seeing you

You smile.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Thoughts On My Fetishes

Over the last few days I've been having entertaining conversations with several people about fetishes. We all have them. From leather and whips, to chains, food, brown hair, boots or feet… We're all aware of what turns us on, but do we know why? I don't usually go into a lot of detail about my own sexual likes or dislikes because I prefer to keep my focus on writing, but for the purpose of satisfying myself and this topic, I simply must discuss myself. I’ve examined my own peculiarities, and have come to the conclusion that my specific tastes stem from what I do.

In addition to being a writer, I'm also a teacher and hold a degree in art, which I think explains a lot of my own personal fetishes.

Fetish #1: I’m a texture junkie.

Clay, paint, stone, or textiles of lace, tweed, or spandex; they all send signals to the brain when touched. I love the smooth and tacky feeling of acrylic between my fingers when I smear it over a canvas, and I enjoy the primal hunk of clay I get to throw onto the potter’s wheel. I live for the feel of lace on my skin, and even the itchy wool of a winter sweater on my neck. It’s pure sensation. How does this apply to sex to make my love of texture a fetish? Well, use your imagination…Or just cover me in body paint and paint the walls with me naked, and I’m probably yours.

Fetish #2: Tattoos

There is such a thing as a bad tattoo, but take for a moment that I’m only speaking about well-drawn and artistic tattoos. They’re beautiful, expressive, and they also draw attention to the body wearing them. They are images that float and move over the skin with the body, they're fluid, and always in a state of change. Intricate detail makes my brain wild, and I want to come close to examine every dot, swirl and color. I want to touch them and discover the illusion of depth behind them. I want lick them. Yes. Big turn on for me.

Fetish #3: Curves & Belly Buttons

This probably stems from my love of the human form. I've studied the human body at length through hours of Life Drawing and sculpture. I've learned to enjoy the shapes and lines of the body. I'm attracted to large curves and prominent structure in human beings. I like to trace these with my eyes, and feel them in my hands.

I'm also drawn to the well that is the navel. It's a sensitive area on the body, both in and around. I'm ticklish here, which is a wonderful sensation, but sometimes a nice painful flick right to the center is nice too. I like how navels move like dimples over a face. I like hot and cold sensation applied to the area (giving or getting), and I love kissing and being kissed here.

What turns you on? Surely a lot of people are more than eager to share. I'd LOVE to hear about really unusual fetishes that others have and why they believe they have them... I'm no stranger to the world and the ideas, thoughts, and activities that go with it, so don't worry about scaring me. TELL ME. I'd love to discuss with you. 

Poem Of the Day

"The Play"

You willingly follow
That obedient creature to
the cold mattress and
the leather, iron

Down upon the colorless sheets
I forbid you to watch me as
I blind your eyes with silk and
bind each wrist and
naked ankle
Spread-eagled underneath me
Bare skin and flesh, my
human slave

The whip comes softly
Smacking at your navel

You show me red and
plead for more through
moans of delight and
breaths of desire

My hand falls

Blue bruises until I
can no longer look at your
Beautiful form without

For your pleasure
and mine

Wet and dripping
Needing you to possess
Me as I have you
I inhale you and
take you to my depths

One in ecstasy
Sated through the instruments of
Pain and bondage
Love and flesh.