Tags : sensuality

Bottled Poetry

Bottled Poetry

A Poem by Lydia


“Wine is bottled poetry” ~~ Robert Lewis Stevenson
écoutez mon coeur

écoutez mon coeur

A Poem by Lydia


listen to my heart....it tells no lies
for today and for always

for today and for always

A Poem by Lydia


artwork by Konstatin Razumovfrom the moment the burning tongue of dawn licks the sky i hunger for your touch when red arrows of dusk pierce th..
samba

samba

A Poem by Lydia


“blonde bomb” by chantel weaver courtesy “paintingsthatpop” of etsy.com my fervent stiletto heels the quintessenti..
I'll Be Yours

I'll Be Yours

A Poem by Lydia


artwork by Anne Marie Zilberman I’ll give you a song of red roseswhen you’ve forgotten the song they singwhen silence invades your daysth..
Remember

Remember

A Poem by Lydia


ahhh...romance....we never forget
Brush and Canvas

Brush and Canvas

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


He paints like summer in warm strokes of fire ...
you have me

you have me

A Poem by Lydia


artwork by Tony Max courtesy of etsy.comthrough arms of afternoon you have me way past warm i burn into ashes of desire you breathe sex throu..
in your dreams

in your dreams

A Poem by Lydia


it's friday!
Tower of God

Tower of God

A Book by Tsukin Archangel


Calum Dodri, the firstborn son of the fifth family of the Collecitve, the ruling party of Ward 4 has just turned 18 and for him that means his entire ..
Chapter One: Obsidian

Chapter One: Obsidian

A Chapter by Tsukin Archangel


Meet Calum and Marc. Calum's on his way to Ward 1 and Marc is waiting to recieve him. Warning: Strong Language, Mild sexual themes
Delirious Warmth

Delirious Warmth

A Poem by Eric Pudalov


A description of romantic sensual massage between lovers (loosely based on personal experience).
Into...You

Into...You

A Poem by Eric Pudalov


Sensuous words for a sexy lady.
Baise-Moi

Baise-Moi

A Poem by Eric Pudalov


A fantasy taking place in Amsterdam's Red Light District.
Purple Scent

Purple Scent

A Poem by Eric Pudalov


This is what I'd like to do to you, baby...
Connoisseur of Her

Connoisseur of Her

A Poem by Eric Pudalov


She creaks open the door at midnight...
You Own Me

You Own Me

A Poem by Lydia


A Friday night write
In the Carrel

In the Carrel

A Poem by Eric Pudalov


A delicious tale of intimacy, taking place in a library...
Private Theatre

Private Theatre

A Poem by Eric Pudalov


A little "show" between a romantic couple...