the taste of fine whiskey compares not even any to the taste of you on my lips

I want to lay you open like a map And…

I’m going to sleep. That’s all I have left To keep my mind From twirling, spinning, tornadoing Out of control…

there was a struggle  when i was leaving  this morning: my hands wanted to stay. i was scarcely a mile…

i miss your kisses your lips your tongue your ecstasy-induced erratic erotic breathing. the sun danced across the water as…

you marvel at my words about you. what perhaps you misunderstand is that your marvel is misplaced. look in the…

The feel of a pen in my hand as I write about you    on sheets of paper. The feel of…

“It was very quiet in my bed last night.” “I don’t like it quiet there,” I said. “Me neither.”

Use your tongue anywhere (including race tracks), everywhere (including her now clothesless body), and especially there (NSFW) Check the bolts…