by Wayne Smith | Nov 16, 2017 | Love, Poetry, Sexual Fantasy
And They Danced... The flames danced quietly to the rhythm of the night, Warming the room with its gentle flickers of mesmerising light. Upon the wall behind, our shadows embrace tight, Ecstasy set, ready to ignite. The wine glasses drained to varying amounts, As if...
by Wayne Smith | Aug 13, 2017 | Poetry, Sexual Fantasy
True Love. He took you out tonight because he knows it's what you wanted. You've been a good girl and kept your master happy this week. He lets you play the room, teasing as you leave the other men haunted, Tempting their desires with the devilish whispers in their...
