The Prisoner and The Pirate
The prisoner and the Pirate
His masculine hands will cradle my chin
And guide my eyes to his
The flames of passion I see inside
Flicker from within
My breast pressed upon his, tightly
The burning down below
My hands gliding over muscle and sweat
Nails down his back, shivers to the bone
His strong forearms lift me to him
Mouth on mouth, only one breath
Rising and falling with the oceans tide
One man's gift, anothers debt
Again, the calm after the storm
Clothes strewn across the floor
As his hand gently glides over my trembling thigh
I whisper, "Let's rock this boat once more"
More by this Author
What type of beard, mustache, goatee are you wearing? Here's what's sexy....
Ever had an experience with ghosts or other supernatural entities? I've had several interesting experiences with ghosts and I've written about some of them here. Please come and share your stories with me too!
Fashion from the 1980's has made its inevitable return to our closets. Fluorescent, big belts, big earrings, big hair, denim jackets, peace signs, leg warmers, ruffles, color coordination and crazy patterns are some of...