when I met you
I was broken not desperate
you didn't save me
I didn't rescue you
I didn't beg and you
didn't bow
my heart and my soul
covered in scars -
some still angry and red -
didn't repel you
and yours, tattered and
covered with wounds
long healed -
imperfections that made you
wondrous to behold
we met as equals and so
fell equally in love
and this, my bride, is why
we will
endure
she lies on the bed facing me the curve of her hips giving shape to the blankets her bare shoulder and arm are bent at a gentle angle as she lightly runs her fingers through my hair her tattoos a vibrant splash of color on her alabaster skin half lidded eyes take me in and she sighs, a Mona Lisa smile on her lips A million thoughts run through my mind, my manic mind, while she caresses me in...
she lies amid a twisted and sweaty sheet a goddess basking in naked glory her silky wetness coats my beard, white and hoary I grin, lay next to her, in mild conceit as her body trembles in final throes of lascivious orgasmic delight low purr from her lips as my passion ignites she gives me the look that I cannot oppose pushes me back, her head between my legs, a playful bite lets me know it's my...
Ron Sparks is a technology professional, science fiction and fantasy author and poet living in Zurich, Switzerland. His latest book "ONI: Satellite Earth Series Book 1" is available on Amazon.com.