“Anwir!  Magna!” The queen motioned to her generals.  “Drag the princess of Goff in her gracious glory to the sacred stone of sacrifice.  Display her naked body to the lustful crowd that they may reach out and touch her...

  “Are you going to appease your daughter, Bolthor?  Are you going to show her how a great man fucks the offspring of his enemy?"  Lilith strutted over to Amira and shoved her face into the sand.  “Stick your ass...

  Dabria stood by her father, pointing into the darkness.  Two torches gleamed in the distance.  “They come,” she whispered.  “Magna and the dark one.  They bring the princess.”“Just as Anwir promised,” Bolthor groaned.  He stroked himself expectantly beneath his...

 Dark was the desert… Silas spread his arms towards Heaven, knees buried in the sand, falling prostrate on his face to the Lord.  He wept inconsolably.  The moon’s rays shimmered through his thin, venerable hair.“This is the dust of my...

 By day, we stayas far awayas love allows,one from the other Tonight,I'll be your motherI'll sooth the singe of sunlighton your skinA daughter to your darknesstill the end The winter's frozen fingersseize my soulThe heart you've torn aparthas made me whole Allure...

  My darkest door is very tight, so rarely used for what you like, but with persuasion, you may find I'll take your cock up my behind.   The glisten from your tiny slit is just enough - please smear a bit inside the sphincter of my...

Thumbing Your PhotosSwirling The Foam in My CreaseCappuccino SmileHazelnut Mocha ReleaseStir Me Like a BaristaTanka Poem5-7-5-7-7

  Last night, you came inside my dream. Though desert heat would have us keep our love apart, you poured a stream and left me wanting endless sleep.   Your kiss erased the space between our tangled bodies thrusting deep, but light would seep a blinding sheen and...

Love Is like dishesThe end of the dayWhen a chore has to be madeLove is like dishes(A 5-7-5 haiku)

 Every year, it comesunbeknownst that quiet hour of passingthat date awaiting etching to marble memory and Ioblivious to finalitymarching marching marching my matters to attend I do not bendto noticenor pause considerationto the end This graceful anniversaryshall come reversedno wineno candlesand unrehearsed