later

snowfall, drifting like feathers against the street lamp
the crunch of snow beneath our boots,
the brisk night air far from damp
the feel of your gloved hand reaching for mine
this walk on a snowy evening, you say, is simply divine

but it’s what awaits us that excites you the most
a roaring fire, reading love notes that you wrote
as i’ll admire the view of you in exquisite lace
the string of pearls i gave you gracing your secret place

gliding, tingling, awakening
sensations only i can command
with a simple look, a touch of my hand
no need to say more for you understand

that you are mine and mine alone
your heart, your soul, your every moan
but not yet, i say as i bring your hand to my lips
let’s enjoy this walk on this chilly evening,
there’ll be so much time later for kisses and whips to seal this partnership


sex sells

sex sells!
sex sells!
why did you remove those bits out of your book
when sex always sells?
only two scenes…
out of 90K words?
only two scenes?
don’t you know that sex sells
everything else is for the birds!

who wants to read about slow attraction
when it’s instant sex that sells?
who wants to bother with character
when sex always sells?
But I’ll write about character anyway,
and the connections that matter to me
for every word I write
is really for me.

Mine – 9

9

she doesn’t have to tell him
that she loves it
when he tells her
the things he wants her to do
when every command he utters
she follows
when his every command
sends her to the places
only he knows

*This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine

Mine – 8

when he walks towards her
she trembles
not out of fear
but of want
she yearns the feel
of his hand
on her soul
a caress that disciplines
a touch that haunts

for he teases the ghosts
that lay claim
on her past,
taunting them all
to come forth
she trembles and craves his hand
upon her
his protection
never falls short

*This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine

Mine – 7

7
early mornings
before the sun rises
she burrows beneath
the covers
to wake him
taking him between full lips
she beckons him
awake and so hard
within

*This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine