She sat in front of me in History class. Chocolate colored hair, that hung down her back in waves. She would look back at me and smile at me, with those grape chapstick lips. When she would turn away from me, her hair would flip and swish in my face. It smelled of strawberries. SheContinue reading “Class”


Inspired by the taste of you.The wicked flavor of your kiss. Inspired by the touch of you.The skin so smooth under my tips. Inspired by the darkness in you.Take me with you, to the places down deep. Inspired by the thought of you.A sultry voice, that’s filled with need. You live rent free in myContinue reading “Inspired”