I Cannot Get Enough

Stand Still

Lift up your hair and let me kiss you gently on the soft nape of your neck. 

Stand still as my arms wrap around you,  as my hands slide under your silken blouse to feel the fullness of your breasts. 

Surrender yourself.  Feel my cock swell in the hollow of your ass.  Know my hunger, and await it. 

Know that soon, I will enter you,  penetrate your body and your heart with my desire. 

Stand still. 

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Tumblr killed my former site, The Other Poems, after eight years of poetry and over 12,000 readers and friends. If you like this poem, please consider reposting it so I can find my friends and followers again. Thank you.

Oh I see. Your twitter links are all quite old. I suppose that the belong to the tumblr that was taken from you.

They did indeed. I lost eight years of poetry. And thousands of readers and handful of friends. The friends I have mostly refound. The rest? Ah well.

This time around I did not bother with Twitter. It has become an odd place anyway.

Be well.

M or F?

Male. The poems are about me and my love.

Dangerous

After a time.

Too much time.

And finally, alone.

A kiss. Where time stops.

And a kiss, dangerous for where it leads.

Every time

Pretense

Let's not pretend that any touch means anything but "mine."

Before

The others, the ones before, the ones who have shared you, those who thought they owned you, and perhaps you too believed they did, until us, when you discovered what owned actually means and gave yourself to a slavery you only dreamed of before, liberating and eternal, no matter the distance.

I hope that this is ok with you. If not, please let me know and I will delete it immediately.

Of course! Thank you.

Tom

I am slowly finding some of my old poems, and old friends, on Tumblr.

Helpless in Lace

There is no reason to rush.  We have the night.  We have tomorrow and I have you,  helpless in lace. 

I fondle the knife in my pocket.  Small and sharp,  I will take my time touching you,  slowly slicing the soft fabric and letting it fall,  enjoying your exposure,  bit,  by bit until it falls in a black puddle at your feet. 

I will touch you, at first as tender as a whisper,  but only at first. 

As my passion rises, I will shed my gentility like a snakeskin and take you like the animal I am inside.  I will make you cry out in pleasure and pain,  and kiss the tears of helplessness as they trace down your cheeks. 

I will force you to your knees violating your tender lips until I am sated,  and then release you to my arms can carry you to bed,  my lover,  my dearest,  my slave. 

Surrendering

Surrendering involves trust, fear, a discomfort as you are exposed further than you ever expected when you began this journey.

A Change in Mood

A Change in Mood

It seems so intimate. So gentle on a Monday morning. Both of us knowing there is a long day ahead. A morning as gentle as the dawn sun until I tell you just what will be happening tonight. What to wear. What not to wear. and just how much of you will be ravaged by how many.