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.

His Canvas

His words gliding Like silk, wrapping around The soft pale contours Of my body.His inked words, poetry, Kissing passionately at My lips, brading their way Through my hair. His words, art My naked body His artists canvas.