Dangerous

Less

The older I get,

The less tame

I like my women.

I love when one of my poems from my deleted blog finds me.

A Reminder

Legs high. Taken deep. A second time in as many hours. A reminder. There is no end to my need. And evidently, yours either.

It is always nice to find one of my poems from my Other Poems site so I can reclaim them here.

M or F?

Male. The poems are about me and my love.

I love it when I find a poem from my deleted blog that I can repost to my new on. In this case the poem found me. A Reader from London refound me and shared two. Thank you!

Worshiped

I know. And you know every flaw I own. But for this moment, you at my feet, draped in lace and gauze, I feel worshiped. Worthy.

Limits

And just as you believe there are limits to what might become real, uyou find out there are not. None in you. And certainly none from me.

Soul Love

And after they are done with you. And after I am done with you and you are cut down. No one except the one who knows you best (Me) could ever understand why you would fall to your knees and thank me.

Next

Understand this, that even in the every day moments you are the object of my desire, of my imagination and need. Unsuspecting to you, even at a distance I lust, imagining what I will do with you, to you next

Lovely blog 💕 😊 😀

Thank you!

I hope that this is ok with you. If not, please let me know and I will delete it immediately.

Of course! Thank you.

Tom