Silk Sheets

Love, lust, desire and all that spicy sweetness in between. The hopeful romantic in me invites you to indulge.

Floating Fantasy

Absently Present.

You backspace on last night’s
draft. Formed in a stupor
of loneliness.

Lust. An itch.
You’ve been gently rubbing your labia lips incircular motions. At your side is the last rolled up pad for July.

You look at your headboard and fantasize.
Your fantasy doesn’t grow wings to fly
into your empty dreams. Neither do your texts make her come back.

If you gulp a cocktail of lust, loneliness
and pineapple juice.
It tastes like her nipples.


Don’t Vanilla

I don’t do vanilla in pastries or my sex life. I like it velvety, mouth-watering and decadent.

Find more erotic stories and poems in my debut collection, Stab Love with Flower Stalks.