POETRY: YOU ALWAYS TOUCH ME IN A WAY

My love, like rain,
Pours down once again.

My love, like rain,
Can be soft and gentle;
Or hard... either way with much to gain.

My love, like rain,
Can soothe even the worst of pain.

My love, like rain,
Is pure and true;
And meant.. especially for you

2

The strength of beauty is
whatever beautiful presence one might see.
There have never been truer words
spoken of beauty that wasn't pertaining to thee.

That my eyes have had the privilege to look thereon.
Your smile has planted in my heart a permanent song,
that is constantly lighting the fires in the skies
every time I look into the eyes... 
of purity.

Your presence is what beauty is to me.
Though time presses me to move on,
I shall forever remember the melody of this song,
which pure strings are clearer than the mountain springs 
in the strength of summertime.

There has never been a sweeter melody to my heart, 
so kind,
that I could claim as my own.

3

Your eyes, such a deep sensuous brown
Penetrate through the depths
Of my soul and I lose
Myself in
Them
Your hands, so sensuously soft and gentle
As you explore every my
Body, sends my heart racing
With shuddered
Breaths
Your lips, so delectably soothing and full
Of passion as they part with desire
To cover mine as you take
Me deeper and
Deeper
Your heart, so pure flowing with love for
Me that I go weak with deire; Such 
Sweet ecstasy with every
Heart-beat

4

I'm at a bridge, looking across to where you stand
I take a step towards the middle, offering my hand
but you still look back, turning away from me
I reach out farther with my hand, hoping you will see

I can't reach all the way across to where you are
you have to take a step also, it's just too far
don't look back at the what ifs, that bridge is gone
it leads nowhere, to choose it would be wrong

I alone built this road with a bridge to cross
it's steady and it's true, unlike the others we lost
I see you standing, looking uneasy and unsure
wondering if by chance your past I could cure

I walk on out to the middle waiting with my hand
it's up to you now, take it or alone you will stand
I took the first step, now I'm waiting here for you
in the middle of a bridge I built strong enough for two

5

The stars move quietly into the kind night,
And the wonders of nature's glory are seen upon thee;
For above all this glorious sight,
Shall raise thy immortality.
Ever fading is the night's beacon light
And though gentle still:
Her quiet rays pose a fight,
And doth her words do me fill.
But though her rays are not fading
Yet bright above all things
And her voice doth sing:
To which the mortal soul clings.
For thou lasting pow'r ever be,
And for for me that I shall see.

6

You always touch me in a way-
I could never forget the smell, the taste,
the longing and the agony of our first bliss;
the longest moment held in the spotlight 
of our grace.

It's a long way to the end of the road,
you always remind me.

Times like these hit me in the jaw,
break my back, burn my soul. 
Nothing left but the ashes of memories
of people who made us great - 
songs no one sings dances no one has seen,
and a spotlight on a halo that never existed.

Pain has never been so real.
I have never felt so alive.
You have never been so far away.
You always.

7

verytime I look at you, I am fascinated by your beauty.
Your beauty has spellbound my heart and eyes.
My heart beats with love and life when you are around me, beautiful.

I see your inner beauty that has captured my heart and soul.
Your inner beauty and the beauty on the outside fascinate me.
When I see your beauty in the moonlight... I am awestruck.

Your beauty has stolen my heart and soul.
My heart yearns to be with you when we are apart.
Your beauty fills the emptiness in my heart and soul.

I never thought a person of your beauty existed but, 
Now my heart and soul know your beauty.
After seeing your beauty- I am head over heels in love.

When I first saw your beauty it took my breath away.
Your beauty is like no other I have seen.
I have seen a truly fascinating beauty- in you.

8

Like a tattoo, you are painted, printed, 
On my body, all over my soul; 
Like a dream, your memory remains 
Inside of me, inside my skin. 

The flower of you, the silken petals 
Are etched into my tender skin, 
My delicate soul is soaked with you: 
The memory of you... is like my tattoo. 

Body art is the recognition of the fact 
That I belong to you, 
That I am owned by you, 
Forever stamped by you . . . 

Like a song echoing through the valleys of my aching heart, 
You are presented in me, 
An angelic chorus in me, 
A precious operetta in me; 
Your magnum opus is what I am, you see, 
A magic melody, 
A helpless harmony, 
An innocent tragedy-- 

But I am whole.
Your stamp, forever marked on my helpless skin;
My tattoo,
I am forever burning within, the 
Hot scent of you, throughout my being. 

My tattoo, 
I love the persuasive spell of you, 
The haunting passion of you, 
The ferocious majesty of you . . . 

My romantic melody, 
I adore the thrill of you, 
The stunning feel of you, 
The irresistible touch of you-- 

And Oh! My darling, sweet tattoo, 
Remember that I am yours, 
For the gentle passion of the hours, 
The exquisite dreams of lovers . . . 

My darling angel of light, 
You give me peace through hard times, 
You fill me with the breath of Spring 
All fresh and sweet with tender feeling. 

My lovely, breathless tattoo, 
I forever belong to you; 
I willingly long for you, 
You are my forbidden taboo . . . 

For upon my hungry skin 
Are you 
Eternally tattooed.

9

Have you ever tasted passion?
Have you ever felt the fire
deep enough to move you,
To sear you with desire?

Have you stood upon the mountain
and looked into the night
and felt the sudden freedom
that comes with love's delight?

Have you roared with the lions
as the evening shadows fall?
Have you fallen in the battle
just to rise above it all?

Can you walk upon the waters?
Can you stand against the tide?
Can you bare your heart and soul
and never try to hide?

Have you ever felt the rapture
of your lover's warm embrace
and lingered there for hours
in the shadow of her face?

Have you seen forever
as you've looked into her eyes?
Or felt the calming presence
as you lay down by her side?

Well, I have touched these wonders
and held them in my hand.
It was the day I met you
that these miracles began.

And on my dying day
the last thing I hope to see
is the beauty of your smile
and the love it brought to me.

10

You are my world, my love, my life
The only one thought that's on my mind
When you're away
I'm like a bird with no wings
A sun with no shine
I'm no one without you
You've taken my heart
And run away with it
You've taken it and it's never coming back
It's with you always
It's yours forever
Beating as your heart beats
Hurting as your heart hurts
Loving you every second along the way
I can't live one day without you
When you're gone
I feel like I'm fading away
Like I'm not complete
You're the most wonderful person 
In the whole world
And I love you more than anything
More than anyone could ever imagine
You're my perfect little angel
And I hope you love me, too

11

She kissed me in the morning 
When I got out of bed
She came without a warning
As she gently caressed my head

The storm had finally left me
Now I see the light
She is the only one I'll need
My friend, my angel

I realize now what I've had all along
She is my radiant sun

12

When I wake up in the morning if you are not there beside me -
I run to the phone to hear your voice
I cannot start my day without you...

I go about my day not really living - 
only going through the motions, until I am with you - 
Than I am alive...

It's knowing the two of us have become 
one mind, one heart, one life...
Were Together...In Love...

When we are apart I am only surving as half 
until I am with you - 
Than I am whole again...

Everyone goes through life searching for that one person 
who makes you feel whole, ends your sentences, 
and finishes your thoughts. 
That person who brings the last piece of happiness to your world.

I've found that person... In You...
You have fulfilled my life...

STORY: MAKING LOVE TO MY BELOVED

It is the softness of your breath as it moves across my skin in the night. It is the gleam of mischief I see captured in the deep blue pools of your eyes as your tongue traces its way over my bare chest.

It is always the way you sniff at my most sensitive parts that turn me on so - at my neck, my underarms, and along my chest and lower. You seem to revel in the way my nipples harden at your slightest touch and I hum deeply in my throat in response.

Your fingers glide along my sides as I flinch slightly with a ticklish reaction. Meanwhile, your lips are gently teasing my nipples until they grow hard into your mouth. As you suck and nip them with tenderness, I can feel the blood rushing to fill my cock to its fullness.

You moist centre slides along my thigh as you minister to my nipples in turn – a sure sign that you are as aroused as I. Can this be even remotely possible? I feel as though my body is floating free of our marriage bed as I sense the rose petals of your flowing pussy slide the length of my maleness. Your cum coats me so that you move more smoothly and slickly.

As you open your legs to better mix my precum with your own, the heat emanating from your most inner core sears me and I feel as if I want to roll you over and take you right now. However, you take my hands and hold them captive above my head on the pillow as you rise higher and higher on my body. My eyes are riveted on the swell of your tummy and then at the juncture of your thighs as your superheated pussy comes into my line of sight.

Just as I can almost reach your petals with my hungering lips, you lean forward – your breasts tipped by engorged nipples – brush against my lips and I gather them one by one between my warm lips. Oh God! The heat and texture of those nubs as I suck them in brings forth from you a moan of unbridled passion.

I am so preoccupied with my joyful task that I almost miss the fact that you have reached for the ties we have installed on each corner of the headboard and you slip them loosely around my wrists. We never bind one another tight enough that we can't release ourselves if we choose; it is simply part of our lovemaking that we enjoy from time to time.

Now your willing prisoner, I grip the bars of our brass bed as you sit upright and slowly move your body closer to my head. You are smiling wickedly down at me now as you finally straddle my mouth and lower your spread pussy to my lips. Teasing me, you lift yourself away just out of reach as my tongue stretches to engage that loving, dripping cunt.

I am almost to the stage of begging you when you finally settle yourself over my mouth and begin the circular movements of your hips that I love so much. I hold my tongue stationary and let you pleasure yourself in whatever way that you want. And boy! Am I ever the recipient of that pleasure. You are grinding your pussy harder and faster as you cry out in release and flood my mouth and face with the sweetness of your nectar!

Your hands are tightly gripping the top rail of the headboard as you rock your way to two more orgasms when my tongue finally takes over. I run my lips along your outer labia, drawing them in to suck all the moisture from them. Once finished, I move deeper inside you as you reach down to release my wrists. Now free, I cup your firm ass cheeks in my hands and pull you hard against my mouth as I devour you!

My tongue runs as deep as I can go and them scrapes across your highly sensitized clit eliciting a howl of pleasure from deep inside you. Once more, I am flooded with your issue and swallow willingly every delicious drop.

I roll you to my side and start the slow tantalizing path of kissing your body from head to toe; it is payback time. As I cover your breasts with my hands and run my tongue along the sensitive place underneath each one, you arch your back to try for more contact. However, it is my turn and instead, I run my lips upwards over the globes of those splendid mounds until I reach the peaks and suck in hard on your turgid nipples once more.

Your hands twine in my hair as you pull me to your breast begging me to take more. I gladly acquiesce. Soon though, I must part and I run my tongue through the valley bordered by those magnificent tits and downward slowly until I am twirling my tongue's tip into your navel. Your hands are pushing me impatiently lower as you show your needs so obviously. I can smell your musky arousal and feel the wetness of your cum as your spread your legs wide for me.

Finally moving between your slender legs, I lift your ankles to my mouth and kiss them lovingly before placing them on my shoulders. You are wide open and inviting me in as you beg "Please, darling! I want you inside me now!"

Easing my precum-coated cock into your folds, I slowly ease my 7"'s bit by bit inside the velvety glove of your pussy. The heat is amazing and you are trying desperately to leverage your hips to take me in faster and harder but I am holding back. I am so turned on that I could cum at any time but I want us to orgasm together. 

Finally, our shaven pubes meet and I can feel the tip of my cock as it brushes lightly against your cervix. I reach down and find the rawness of your clit poking up between our tightly enmeshed bodies and I thrum it as I begin to stroke my cock inside you. 

Our hips are moving in concert now – faster and faster as the wave approaches! Your hand covers mine as I rub your clitoris and we are crying out together as we cum and mix our juices in a frenzied orgasm. 

Collapsing on your hot body, I keep a slow motion inside you until I finally soften and we part. I pull the comforter over us and we fall into each other's arms and, whispering words of undying love, slip into a world of dreamless sleep.

I will love you forever, my darling beloved

A REAL STORY:WHEN A GORGEOUS WOMAN IS BEGGING FOR YOUR COCK?

I was thinking about nothing but having sex with her, getting inside of her. I was thinking about making her cum with my mouth, lips, tongue, hands, fingers and cock. Just writing about it makes my cock hard and drip precum. The world fades to black when I’m with her,

Once we were inside, we proceeded to our bed.

She turned out the lights, her beautiful body was silhouetted by a somewhat distant light. W is gorgeous; her body justly so. At some point I will get her to keep the lights on while we fuck.

We kissed, long and hard. Passionately.

Our burdensome clothes came off quickly, hitting the floor.

We made it to the bed in a nanosecond.

Still kissing, I began to caress her beautiful body. My hand found its way to her dripping slit. I proceeded to finger her, finding her clit. I made her cum—probably three times.

I feel powerful when I make her cum. She comes quickly, more quickly than any woman I’ve ever been with. Understand though, that each time she cums, it’s a victory. A victory for my mind, for my psyche, for my cock.

Earlier in the week, we had chatted about 69ing. For some reason, when I was a teenager, I thought that was the ultimate sexual position, fully understanding that there was no actual penetration.

I told her “Let’s 69”.

She turned around and spread her beautiful, muscular legs. I began to lick her tasty pussy with reckless abandon. She proceeded to put my cock in her mouth and lick and suck with delight.

It wasn’t long before my lips and tongue began to bring her to orgasm; she came HARD.

I didn’t stop. I kept licking and sucking. She tastes amazing—wet and sweet. She keeps a tuft of hair on her mons pubis, but shaves her lips, making me want to lick and suck them even more.

The most amazing part was that she kept sucking my cock while she was cumming. To my male readers, I need to put a picture in your mind—while you are making your woman cum, she still has your cock in her mouth. When she cums, she cums with it in her mouth. Her moans are muffled because she’s still trying to make you cum.

But I didn’t. Cum, that is.

I kept licking and sucking on her pussy. I opened my mouth wide and tried to put my tongue in as far as I could into her pussy. I moved my head back and forth, and used my nose, too. Still, she dutifully sucked my cock. Still, she moaned. Still, I didn’t cum.

It wasn’t because of her technique—she sucks cock better than everyone and anyone I’ve ever been with. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to cum—because I did want to cum. I think that I just wanted to cum the old-fashioned way.

So I kept making her cum. If I could have, I would have plunged my entire head into her pussy just to make her cum, to feel her pussy walls clench around my head as her entire body shook.

I think I made her cum another two times.

Did I mention that she was begging me to fuck her? I think I forgot that important point.

She was.

“I just want you inside of me,” she said multiple times while I had my face buried between her legs.

I refused, enjoying the taste of her pussy and the sensations I was giving her.

A short while later, she begged again.

“Please fuck me. I want you to fuck me, I want your cock inside of my pussy,” she begged, breathing heavily.

What’s a fella to do when a gorgeous woman is begging for your cock?

I acquiesced.

I was laying on my back on the bed, looking up at her.

She mounted me, rubbing her pussy on my cock.

I told her that she could ride me, and she did.

She guided the head of my cock into her dripping pussy, a combination of her juices and my saliva. Dripping wasn’t the word for it. More like Niagra falls.

“Use me,” I half-whispered, even though the noise we made was immaterial, given our surroundings. “Ride me. Fuck me, let me be your fuck toy. Get yourself off on my cock.”

I’ve never talked to another woman like this before. I may have thought these things, but I’ve never actually said them out loud.

I want to be her fuck-toy. I want to make her cum. I worship at the altar that is her pussy.

So she rode me. She came. I think she came a couple of times.

I just remember one of those several times, the last time that she was on top—I kept bucking my hips. She leaned forward, and I just grabbed her, held her close as she came. She came hard, it seemed like she didn’t know when she was going to stop cumming. As far as I was concerned, I was okay with that.

Passion was the word that defined that time. I would have done everything I could to keep her cumming indefinitely.

Once she came down from her high, I told her what I wanted to do to her.

“I’m going to fuck you from behind now,” I said. “Get up on all fours on the bed.”

She did. I love that I can tell her what to do and she does it. I don’t think it’s an S and M thing, we just want the same thing for each other. We want to make each other cum, we want to have a good time, we want to explode for each other and make each other explode. The relationship we have defies categorization, and justly so.

She put that beautiful ass of hers in the air, and I slid my condomized cock into her. Still, I had not cum. Not because I didn’t want to, not because she wasn’t trying to make me cum—she was.

My cock went in and out of her. I am such an ass man, and I love her ass. The last time that I had been in her and fucked her from behind was the first time we were together. I was relishing the noise as my stomach and her ass came together—the last time was in a men’s bathroom, and we had to worry about volume. Not so now.

I think I made her cum a couple of times this way. I don’t remember, by now they’re all blending together in my head.

I do remember thinking “I haven’t cum yet. God, how good would it feel to pull out, take the condom off and slide back in, bareback, surprising her.”

I wanted to so much. I was so close to doing that. I had mentally imagined the motor skills needed, what I would say (I have since forgotten what I would say).

But I didn’t.

My need to cum was primal. I had to fucking cum. It wasn’t that she had cum multiple times—I didn’t begrudge her any orgasm she had. I wanted her to have as many as she wanted.

I just wanted to fucking cum. In her pussy. Mark my territory. Fuck her good, and cum. I was single-minded in my purpose. With each thrust of my hips, each time my dick plunged into her, I wanted to cum more, exponentially so.

“I want to get on top,” I told her.

She complied, splaying those beautiful muscular legs out, and I slid into her.

It wasn’t long before I felt the tingle in my toes.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said, surprised, happy, anticipating the release.

“Do it,” she said.

I was tunnel-visioned. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. I needed to cum more than I needed air. I fucked her harder, faster than I have ever fucked anyone ever. I came—hard.

I collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and satisfied, proud of how many times I had made her cum.

We got dressed. Well, actually, she got dressed. She gave me my t-shirt and my boxer-briefs. She told me I could put those items on, but that was all.

She makes me feel sexy and desirable. No one has ever made me feel this way, to this extent—ever.

I’d like to think that I’m the one who’s in charge in this relationship, sexually speaking. I think I am, mostly. At this point in time, she was in charge.

And I was okay with that.