lovers hands

One hunger sated, another grows.
With but a look, my lover knows.
Her warmth slowly draws atop.
Taken in fully, she'll stop.
Gentle palms hold me down.
Moon lit skin, bare of gown.
With ease and beauty born of flesh.
The heat of her passions cause me to thrash.
The motion of her hips, soon to be my undoing.
My wild desires violently pooling.
The dam of my loins burst free.
Broken through by none other than she.
And with my seed now spent.
She does sweetly relent.
Breast upon my ear.
Her heart for me to her

by RavenLoft

Loneliness is Hell

Though pitious king or prosperous begger
I shall always love you best, above all.
You, who's bidding I cherish most
I shall follow with unbidden desire.
And if I do wrong, through fortune, or deed
Your forgiveness I emplore
Your pleasure I explore.
For loneliness is hell
A spirlaling madness of dark and cold and silence.
A black stone cell that towers over me.
But with womanly grace you bestow upon me
in your bed, a place that I find peace.

by RavenLoft