I tell myself that if I
Could hold you for only a
Moment more, I would be healed.

I tell myself that if I
Could hold you for only a
Moment more, I would be healed.
I search through this dry dusty
Life like a miner, seeking a
Glint of diamond in dusky
Coal. When first I laid eyes on
That supple young wife, any
Decency left in my heart
Was snuffed like a candle in
A storm. Tender and trusting,
She came to my bedroom and
Her bodice was open, I
Lapped at her breasts which tasted
Of sweetness and beauty and
Youth. I ravaged her and brought
The beast from within with her
Skirts flying upwards we came.
Would I could keep her but we
Heard her husband come calling,
Till next time, my redemption
I know not where you stop and
I begin, somewhere beneath
The skin, pulsing, yearning lust.
I will paint you from
The palette of my love, wash
You with the red of
My mouth, prime with the
Pink of my caress, fill you
With the purple of
My passion, fix you with the
Warmth of my embrace.
Oh, if only I
Could give your sweet little ass
A tappity tap
My skin hungers for
Yours at midnight, to join with
And bring me solace
Jon Fox
My skin yearns
for thy touch, not once
but every second
Nadeya
With every stroke your
Heat accumulates in me
Until I dissolve
Jon Fox
with every touch
heat emerges on skin
and decides not to leave
Nadeya
Art by
Milo Manara
My skin hungers for
Yours at midnight, to join with
And bring me solace
There’s a part of me that still believes,
That under your jeans is the world of my dreams,
And that is you’d just let me in, I could be as good to you as you’d be to me.
My lips’ caress on
Your velvet breasts, shivering
Throughout your body