An avenue of expression



Coming together as One.



This is the only way for you to know me,

to know my thoughts and sense my truth.


From  words glued onto screen and paper,

where expression seems easier than when in front of you.

Heart gaping, emotions overtaking me.

It is there in my silence. When I do not speak.

Eyes glistening, yearning for you to understand me

A being of complexity,

and simple awareness.


I dare to let you see me now. Though I never dared before.

I’ve understood that even my tainted aspects are pure.

And although purity sometimes becomes my insanity, I have no fear.

There is no other way for me to know me.

And so it is natural that the same is true for you.

All is but a fleeting avenue of expression.


So, if you were to wish that you truly would know me, there are two ways.

Which when combined will allow you to see me, in all my aspects.

As I am.

Every part untainted,

unshadowed by constraints,

Still, burdened by deep sorrow.

Free—drifting away like clouds.

Light—dripping down gently. Small droplets of water.

Heavy—a massive Oak dependent on its roots


Look at this earth. The elements. The water.

Fire scorching parched soils, erupting out of hearts and mounds that boil.

See the elements—feel them.

You will find me there.


Understand that what I claim to be my truth is equally not.

Trust that in this moment I am as I am.


never hold me imprisoned to my own image.

I die every moment,

and there is nothing that can save me.

There is nothing that will remain me.



Though I am all, I am also nothing.

Ideas cherished and despised.

Ideas shattered and reappearing.

Tides forever sweeping away all that I know.

Dying again and again, re-emerging as new.

Growing and descending, into the ever changing dance of life

This is the way you must know me.


I promise to know you the same.


Delightful Anguish


When I break you, I do not do so readily.

It is necessary

To feel this pain

To be opened in such a way


Through jolting sorrow


You are opened

Seams torn apart

Light seeping more easily through

To know what you search for.


You recognise the Truth


Of Beauty

The essence of Love

It has caressed you

And changed you forever.


Do not fear the wisdom that Anguish brings

Though she may break you

And make use of your fears

She is great.


A bitter mistress


Unleashing your restraints

To perceive greater lessons

She visits only the brave.


Greatness will check you

Unleash true emotion

Honour this.

She chose you.



That even in despair,

You may see through the eyes of love



A thing to be cherished

As evidence of divine humanity

And the greatness Being



Let not my departure be a thing of ugliness.

I leave you, abounding with affection

I leave you beautiful

And more delicate than when I found you.


This is the sweet reward of Anguish

The simple, profound expression of Love

Which knows no boundaries

And changes you forever.


This is her gift.

Honour her

The sweet blessings she brings


Awareness, only Love obtains

Humility, only Loss attains

Wisdom, remaining with you forever.


This is your gift


Do not fight.


Your heart comes unbroken easily

Cast away quickly,

By the shadows of the night.


Just remember

That when you gaze back

To do so gently

A heart overflowing

With whispers of surrender.

Ravished Languish

Women yearn for seduction. That charged thickness of desire, crackling like an impending explosion.

She longs for that thrill, the first seduction. And prays that he’ll deliver and take his time.

Hoping that he will caress her senses. Tenderly like a fire.

Hoping that he will brew her slowly, extracting every last drop of pleasure.

A woman’s mind is orgasmic, play with it, spark her imagination.

Watch her as she revels in hot sensations. Widening, melting, moistening. Traveling through her.

Woman wants to be delighted. Challenged.

Allure her slowly.

Watch her crumbling resistance.

She will be yours.

Unfulfilled anticipation moisturizes parched lips.

Hear her groan as you enchant her.

A woman begs to be enthralled by man. She longs for imprisonment, strives for release and placation.

She begs him to devour her soul, to tease her skillfully and with great affection.

There is no greater temptation.

Seduce her mind.

The thought of him hungers.

Passionate arousal.

Forcefully, subtly, display your intention.

Seduce her senses. Allowing each cell to awaken.

Be patient and tender. Prepare her. Long before the final act.

Man seduces woman by the way he looks at her.

His smile.

The movement of his lips as they are moistened.

Let her long to be claimed.

Hear her moan through the aching sensations of expectation.

Woman delights in anticipation of man’s touch.

His fingers, his hands.

The sheer masculinity of his body.

She longs for him to seduce her slowly, teasingly, determinedly.

But woman is often disappointed.

Man has no desire to arouse her.

He longs for release but will not release her.

So woman craves, ever yearning for the transcendent orgasm.

Fervently hoping that he will extract her, as she revels in the swelling of the flesh.

She begs him to transmit his desire, his animalistic urge to devour.

To coax her.

Bellowed beating as her heart aspires.

She watches him. Groaning. Dreaming. Yearning. Aching.

Seduced by way he looks at her.

Deliberately, suggestively.

The way he speaks, the depth of his stillness. Hungrily, frantically, she awaits him.

Woman yearns for electric movement, the drowning sensation as he stands motionless behind her. Claiming her. Without a touch. Silent.


Until she can’t stand it any more, and ravishes him.


The Perfection of a Succulent Olive


An olive can be your teacher

Understand it

And you have understood the art of seduction.

Let it rest on your tongue

Eyes shut

Holding your breath

Absorb its roundness.

Observe the tender aroma

Of buttery satisfaction.

Sublime flavours

Melting away.

Bite, gently

Into deep ripples of devotion

As you play

Around the stiffness of its core.

Experience the pleasure

Dissolving in your mouth

Intoxicating your senses.

The perfect olive


No longer an object


Part of you.

An avenue of satisfaction

The sacred anointment

For lubricated lips


Sweet perfection.

The olive is a teacher

Taste it

Play with the fluidity of its shape

The solidity at its core.

Delight, slowly

Drawing its precious juices.

Absorbed in action.

An olive will teach you everything

And you will see

You have become a master.

The Sweetness of Surrender

I crave your touch.

Engross me.

Take me to that magical place

Our mansion of Seduction

Where all dreams come true.

Touch me,

not without consideration.


you touch your own body.

Be here

Drowning in temptation,

every cell alive.

Crazed by the pull of seduction.

Aware, observe your passion

As your fingers play my body,

the master of an untuned organ.


Into every part of me.

Each touch an orgasm of Awareness.

How I crave you

The sweet kiss of Surrender.


Your tongue

Your lips

Your fingertips

You have come here to sedate me

Now, let your presence embrace me.

Quiver ever so gently

Again and again

Rivet yourself into ecstasy.

This is how I want you to touch me.


With every cell of your being,


Alert and present,


Yearning for explosion,

the sweetness of surrender.

You cannot betray me.

I know when you are not here.

And so

I implore you


This is how I want you to touch me.

Immerse yourself into my being,

Take command

Enslave me.

I seek the sweet taste of your victory.


Filled with the juices of seduction


Yearning, for your touch.

Enter me

Feel my desire

Your hands on my hips

The movement of sweating bodies

Infatuated by the sweetness of surrender.

I beg you

Command me.