About me I’m the person, who loves writing both Erotic stories and poetry; I am open-minded/hearted and will help, if needed. I love myself to know that Beauty starts from the inside and beauty starts to shine Through the outer shell where true Beauty shines. That’s what makes a person special if you truly get to know someone not by there looks but who they are inside. Life is to short live and let live  to each its own.

i have come

to the conclusion

that a question

needs to be asked

and perhaps

answered-

what's wrong

with having sex

purely

for the sake

of having sex?

no longer

something enjoyable

sex has become

a bargaining chip

a way to cage someone

into commitment

a way to possess someone

make them yours

and yet

even within this

it doesn't make

these people

happy

they are always worried

that their lover

desires another

always wondering

if the hand

that finds its way

into their pants

has touched

many others

before them

i cannot understand

this mental bondage

this

tyranny

of lust

my desires

are fulfilled

and i am joyous

i am satisfied

not everyone

has a need

for connection

for love

when they have

lust in their hearts

i feel

a sudden heartbeat

and i revel

in the idea

i may never see this boy

that girl

again

for this one night

they are mine

our blood sings

with passion

and i am free

to enjoy 

all

their body has to offer

one night stands

are delicious

when you don't trip

over what someone will think

if you'll regret it

or labels

like "whore"

i also

throughly enjoy

the merging

between a lover's heart

and mine 

that connection

the deepening

of loveflame

yet

i am committed

with hands open

i do not

own 

i savor

desire

and enjoy

yes

this does involve

honesty

it involves

more trust

than screwing one person

in a world of disease

and pregnancy

my lust

is checked 

by my caution

it can be complex

to have multiple lovers

but wait-

this leads me to wonder

if you are honest

with yourself

and your lover

truly honest

then what does it matter

if you have just one

or several?

your loved ones

know

they are loved

they are special

the ones you just fuck

know that

and are perfectly ok with that

i find

within being

an ethical slut

i am free

to explore

every 

possibility

oh how wonderful it is

even if

i get a bit

sore

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;)

I am your pornographic love song

all soft curves and wet lips

eyes that dare. 

my pillow

and my hands

smell like sex.

i ache for your touch

those fingers that leave me gasping

your caress of steel

against my neck.

i am very, very aware

of everything you do.

i throb and moan

and try to get at a release

that only really comes

when you say so.

i haven't seen you

in what seems like

an eternity

of waiting.

when at last we meet

you will push me, naked

to my limits-

i will cry

and beg you

for more.

it's never enough.

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My hands upon your knees

I am Moses parting the waters

With your love you widen

Even farther than legs can go

Like a Bible opening to a secret passage

I run my fingers down the page

Looking for the word

That can save a man’s soul

That can freeze and shatter time

Now I am like Noah

Waiting out the storm

Waiting out the wrath of God

Waiting to seed the earth

You open the glowing gate to Eden

The birthplace of creation calling me home

Now I am like Adam

Heaping taboo upon my plate

My penis in the hand of woman

Leading me out of paradise

Our sins exposed like

Eve’s shame revealed

We ask forgiveness

Of a cherub and a sword

But these doors were closed long before

We chose this skin

Of animal and beast

So now you ask to call me master

And you beg to see my whip

For you are sure the joy of service

Will illuminate your path 

But I am slave by noble birth

And I will not wear a mask

And before this night is over

We shall kneel together one last time

Our shackles of iron and wood like

Tight crowns upon our wrists and ankles 

And I will look into your eyes

And watch the fire dying there

For you know a savior is coming

And you know that it is not I

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i have this... reputation

that follows me like a pet cat

purring and nuzzling anyone who will stroke it

while i'm sitting in the corner

sipping my drink like a Good Girl

knees together

eyes on the floor

my slutty reputation

is lap dancing for a stranger

flirting with slinky women

and pulling someone 

into the Pink Room

by his tie

they all think i'm so hedonistic

a lot of them look up to me, you know

they don't realize it's my reputation 

that's putting notches in the head board

not me- i'm just sitting there

reading a book

doing a class paper, maybe

knitting a scarf.

sometimes i wish

i got as much action

as my reputation

who never seems to feel shy

always seems to be adored

and always knows what to do

when the lights are low

and the clothes are off.

i, in comparison

just close my eyes

and channel the girl

everyone else

imagines me to be.