Relations.

Cycle switching from love to hysteria,
Together we rule, divided we fall from criteria.
The things we feel form deepened emotions,
Deeper than the abyss in soaky blue oceans.
Our equation equates from love to lust,
Not even cheap hookers can question our trust.

Your pleasure first. (Poem)

Your quickened haste and reddened face,
Turns to perky points and moistened lace.
You close your eyes the room goes dark,
Sensations heighten your breaths are sharp.
You feel the things you want and need,
You sigh and growl, then beg and plead.
My lips on yours the time is here,
Shake and shudder, as I sooth with kisses behind your ear...