Feelings of love... No feelings of lust that separate us from the beast... We become the beast inside...

Shhh . . . Can you hear that? Can you hear the sounds of lovers in the night? The pants and moans that relieve the stress of the day? Listen closer . . .

This poem is about wanting your first time to be beautiful and not feeling badly.

I can't help but to be exhilarated by my senses, all my senses. The smells, the tastes, how things look, how they feel and how they sound, through all I experience in this journey through life and death. Most exhilarating is how my senses interact and react when in contact with another person.

My poem, "Her Skin" captures that essence, the essence of physical contact between two people.

When taking a break from my computer at work, I thought about my fiancée and this little poem came rushing out of my pencil.

This dream is one that never ends. It's scary at first, but making love is breathtaking and memorable, especially on the beach (or so I've heard).

This poem was written to express my desire to kiss my love. Yes, he is the love of my life - And yes the sex is hot - But it all has to start somewhere, doesn't it?

I met a man who couldn't get past the fact that I am a woman and not a china doll - to be put on a shelf and left there to be admired. I am a woman, I'm not a mystery.

I awoke from a dream, sweaty and breathless. A fantasy so vivid I couldn't close my eyes without seeing his face or hearing his voice. It frightened me, this lack of control; yet I was enraptured, obsessed with a world I had only glimpsed in my dreams.

A drop of water sometimes lights the most intense fires. Intimacy is more than nakedness, and often less than words.