Kiss O’Death

Her eyes were
Cold and dead – behind her smile
Hid her intentions

While her curves
Drew him – his fate was sealed by
Her sweetest kiss

Within her arms
All he found was a living death His
Essence drained

Each time they
Made love he grew older while she
Grew younger

Good Luck

My heart desires
A Woman who likes to play – wants
To be my boy toy

Yet isn’t a
Shrinking violet when it comes to

Ever willing to
Accept the consequences of her
Own choices

Whatever they
May be – she doesn’t hide – deals
With her pain

Refuses to blame
Me by default when she doesn’t
Get her own way

Yep my heart
Desires a real women – strong
Enough to endure

Not a spoiled brat
Far too many of today’s modern
Women chose to be

All the Sooner

Ever since
She left gave her heart
To another

Took her drama
With her my heart has
Been at peace

My nights are
Quiet – undisturbed no
Longer lonely

How my heart
Wishes she’d left all that
Much sooner


Before her
Mirror she gently brushed
Her hair

Quite unaware
That she was being observed
By a pair of eyes

Until around
Her waist a pair of unseen
Arms slipped

Her smouldering
Passions stoked ablaze by thumbs
She couldn’t see

The light touch
Of hungry lips upon her neck
Made her shiver

As she surrendered
Within the soft glow of Moonlight
At the witching hour