Sausage, Hold the Eggs...

Some mornings I rise
Though I’m still lying in bed,
Her breakfast is served
And she’s well fed,
Some of her actions
Call for napkins,
And no dialog exchanged
Just [moaning] captions...

Osmosis (poem)

When bodies combine,
With zero inhibitions,
Open minds conjure
So many inclinations.
And uncanny are
All feasible positions,
Refined in slow motion,
With zero intermissions.

How Grown Girls Do (poem)

When a grown girl cares,
She will never sit and wait-
To show you she's there,
Or contemplate-
High School strategies,
It's not a game,
In keeping love in your face,
She will show no shame

How Grown Girls Do

When a grown girl cares,
She will never sit and wait-
To show you she's there,
Or contemplate-
High School strategies,
It's not a game,
In keeping love in your face,
She will show no shame

so, pending an a professional proof read...I'm think Vol. 1 is done y'all

Erotic Haiku #53

Wrist and ankles bound
This climax brings her to tears
She has lost count now

Erotic Haiku #51

The mechanism
Vibrates her to convulsions
Everything is drenched