Forbidden

Would I be wrong, to write you a love letter or laugh at your jokes. Would I be breaking the rules If I held your hand. Would I be over stepping boundaries If I kissed you. Would they condem me If I said ‘I love you’.

Desire

Grasping at the metal clasp,
freeing thick waves of deep
red hair.
Slipping her black tailored
suit jacket,
down her arms,
over her wrists,
and off.

My lips pressed, deep
against hers, hers against
mine, round the passionate
clashing of pink tongues.

As buttons and a zipper
of matching tailored trousers
fell loose revealing sultry
black lace, both were
wisped away,
down her legs,
over her ankles,
and off.

Puppet Master

Pulling at my strings, strings that keep me bound to you, strings that make me yours. My restraint limbs sway to the rhythmic chorus of your sadistic love song. Repressing me. Possessing me. Controlling me.

Love You

Through high seas And stormy wheather I will love you Now Always And forever.

Obsession

Her name is passion Her lips are lust, Her eyes amity Her breasts benevolence, Her hips are worship