A bottle of wine, a bottle of rum

Intoxication increases the fun.

Sometimes gentle sometimes rough,

hard to decide, when it is enough.

Wild night, wild ride

fun times great life.

We play with toys in the heat of the night,

to spark the tension,

to ignite the fire.

Intoxication stimulates the flight.

Higher, Higher.


Dazzling flicks,

Three headed chicks,

just two more drinks,

will do the trick.

Don’t stop now,

don’t slow down,

push a little harder,

go a little deeper.

Faster, faster, she begs for speed,

Intoxication has gotten you laid.



My Love


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I met her a few years ago on Facebook. We had seen each other before but never said much to each other except Good Morning or whatever.

We started talking a lot as friends. The frequency grew each day and we became more familiar with each other. Soon we were good friends, as the time passed, we became great friends, eventually best friends. So here we were, best friends who live miles away from each other but only communicated over the internet or by phone. We spoke of any and everything, that is how comfortable we were with each other, and the fact that this was with the absence of face-to-face communication made it evident that the chemistry was off the roof.

I had a crush on her but she was in a relationship, I was kinda in between relationships. I told her about it but she respectfully turned me down. Up to this day I am glad she did because at that time, I wanted nothing serious. But as I came to know her as a person inside and out that reality slowly changed, whether I wanted it to or not. The heart wants what the heart wants I guess.

After some time has passed we started to see each other in person. I remember the first time we spoke, she was so beautiful I could not get her out of my mind for 5 minutes. I could hardly concentrate at work, I had to have her, and she felt the same way. We were both in relationships at the time so we were trying to resist the urge but it was useless. Pretty soon we had to call it off with our current spouses because we had both found “the one”.

I never thought I was the kind of guy that could settle down, and at such a young age too but this girl was/is/will always be special. These days we are inseparable, I do encourage everyone in relationships to take the time and get to know their loved ones, I promise it will be well worth it. Because communication is very important in a relationship and everyone should exercise it as it can pull you closer together. It is communication that will help me to one day ask my special lady to marry me. But until then, I look forward to new memories, experiences and just new beginnings until we are finally at that stage.

If you read this which I know you will, I hope it gives you butterflies because I love you and want you to feel as how you are to me, truly special and cherished.

F%^k me she says

F%^k me she says.


She called me at work,

“Hey you, I have a surprise for you, hurry home…”

It was in a seductive, come and get me tone.

I was a mess, I could not work properly

so I made an excuse to leave early.

She was wearing a nicely laced black and red lingerie,

along with stockings and heels.

I go crazy for fish nets, heels and lingerie.

A bottle of wine, the bed covered in roses, the room nicely lit.

She lay in bed awaiting my arrival.

She crawls over to me and whispers in my ear,

“I want you to fuck my brains out”.

I started to kiss her while running my hands along her

curves, rough enough to promote authority but gentle enough to arouse her.

I kiss her neck, she moans, my dick is hard, I want her.

I slowly undress her, my finger making its way to her wet awaiting cunt…

Pulling me in…

I often go to war with my feelings…

Temptation they call it;

the feeling of lust;

the feeling you emit when there’s a lady with a very nice bust.

I hear them calling me, just for a touch,

but that’s too much.

For then I’ll want to munch,

after a while I’ll want to “punch”.

I love a challenge but this is too unjust, 

its really not fair, after all I am just a man and only think with my nuts.

All they want is to enter your gut,

into your loin,

between your thighs,

I want to be inside…

Is this love?


“Accelerated heart beats,

increased blood flowing,

genitals growing,

lust composing.”

What is this feeling,

why do we keep believing,

does it keep us breathing.

Is it the changing of the seasons

that could be a reason,

for poor souls and lonely hearts to find a home

What is this feeling, a feeling unknown,

oh my how we’ve grown

from a witness to a victim,

a pawn to a king,

developed from just a seedling,

a little weakling to players in this game.

Oh my how we’ve grown.

Isn’t it amazing how many words can be put together very differently to convey this feeling, this passion, this gem, this phase, this desire we call love…