When I look into your eyes
there are stars inside
and their universes
seem to sound like forever

Then trace down to your breast
where worlds of curves
and soft landscapes are at rest
the peaks and valleys
suddenly sway and jiggle
each breath and movement

Looking back to your face
the smile hits me like an embrace
and I feel the warmth of your soul
as it swirls all around me

The shape of your lips
draw me in like a magnet
as a smirk forms
and pulls me closer

and I linger there
just about to taste you

My hand traces your hair
silky strands flow through fingers
tugging gently brushing back
feeling the electricity in a sigh
heart beating blood racing
as softly parted lips
find their way closer
to mine

I feel your need growing
as I pull back to savor this
body and spirit drawing closer
because you feel this right now
and our energies
are already kissing


The Nite Ache

Every evening, nearly the same
Crawling between sheets, alone
crisp cold slips over bare skin
head rests onto pillows
the slightest whiff of perfume
yet there’s none beside me

My arm reaches out
grasping invisible hand
surrounded in softness
drawing it closer
spooning embraces
as if to kiss and taste
the neck that’s not there

Wanting for warmth
visions of touch
where bodies may lay
legs entwined
cupping there, grasping
stroking here, sliding
eager hands tracing curves
as if someone in spirit
feels my every move

There’s that scent again
with no visible source
So I take in a breath
Hum my body surges in bliss
as if being touched

Closing eyes slowly
snuggling down
held on tight
I open my mind
Yet no one is here

Reaching at nothing
the pleasure overtakes me
as I slip into visions, moaning
sometimes the senses
are guiding hands

The body curls in
mind images elsewhere
ears ringing loud silence
heart beats faster, gasping
I surrender in movement

The emotions wander
thoughts are throbbing
warmth come here
just raking it in
mmm yes so delicious
until sweet deep release
then drift into dreams

I linger there
smiling eyes heavy
sighs escape, purring
perhaps somewhere afar
there’s another like me
sharing this moment
giving freely
and feeding

We’re no longer alone
at least, secretly, herein
until tomorrow
and brings again
the nite ache


(such morbid parody of Neil Diamond ‘Hello Again’)

Goodbye, cruel world,
No point is left to try
I think about us all the time
What was, what is,
The lies

Goodbye, my love, goodbye
Just saying before I die
I message you most every night
Yet I’m left to cry
When there’s no reply, goodbye

Why did it go crazy
Turned goodness into shame
When you play my heart until it’s dead

Barely through it all
Said I loved her, coz I’m lame
Now then she’s not here
So I’ll shed a tear

Goodbye, my friends, goodbye
I really need to go
Was good to love you like a kid
But to feel this way
My soul full of pain, goodbye

Goodbye, cruel hurt, goodbye
One breath before I die
I can’t pretend there’s nothing there
And although I’ve tried
I can’t live a lie

Missing the music

That song on the radio
When I shared it with you
And you shared it with me
In those moments
The song was no longer just a song
That I hear, that you hear
It became ours, that we both listen to
that symphony

Other lusty songs wander through
Finding their way to my ears
Though their words could draw us near
I am sad, they remind me of us
our slow hands
touching each other
if but virtually
fuck I still feel them
even when I am alone
missing you
touching myself
and remember
how good
we enjoy the electricity
yes now
I surrender to it
allow myself to be lost in you
our energies touch again
until the crescendo overtakes me
with the music of your breaths in my mind
and the warmth of your climax
washing over me
as I peak and find sweet release
the songs of spirit resonates again

with no demands, it satisfies
it doesn’t need to be rationalized
or judged or labeled wrong or right
without asking, it answers
it just is
surging and powerful
repeating its melodies again
play, secret, play
in my heart and mind and emotion
as the lyric and instruments tend to do

How can I miss
What’s always there
The tune rings
in spite of everything
it is within me
it is within you
we open up at the same time
and listen
the missing music fills the void
and closes the space between us
until once again
sweeps us
carries us
brings us closer
music does that

at times we cry or laugh
or hum, sing, whistle, nod
when music comes
when we hear or play it
it reminds us
where we were
what we did
when we first listened
steadfast or ambivalent
and acknowledged
the song


Darkness, leave me now.
Go destroy what’s wrong and bad,
Leaving good and right in your wake.

Loneliness, be gone.
My life already has longing,
There’s no space here for emptiness.

Sadness, melt away.
My heart has tasted joy,
No room left for sorrow.

Future, come soon.
The troubled past has passed.
Already aching for tomorrow.

Though present day is cold and hurt,
my dead heart broken pain,
someday if love returns to me,
May Light shine warmth again.

Somewhere in Tvoraldsland.. (erotic story, Gorean)

Chapter 1 : Breakfast
I awaken again to the endless dawn of the North, where the sun sits lazily on the horizon. Day will rise slowly over the skies before resting again, never quite riding into the realm of Night, yet only traveling higher than sparse bands of clouds which defy the otherwise blank, silver dome of Winter.

A hawk chirps from its perch in the long hall, flapping its wings and ruffling its feathers with a shake of its streamlined head, her sharp talons clicking and gripping the stand, she then nestles back into a restful pose, shrinking down and closing her eyes, returning to sleep.
Reluctantly, I sit upright, stumbling and stretching to stand. A large white larl fur drapes over a hardwood platform. Strewn around this are few mismatched cushions.
Hanging against one wall is the skin of an elk (or the Gorean species most resembling one), and near this, on the wall perpendicular, hangs the yellowish fur of a harvested tarbuk.
Between the two skins, ancient dark futhark, the rune script of the Vikings, bears my name. The sygils are placed in such a way they appear to float in mid-air, and a soft glow emmenates thus. Upon closer scrutiny, no visible means of support holds them in place, and the source of their illumination is not made obvious– clearly, magick is involved in their making.
Leaning back against one wall, slipping on my pants and shirt, I buckle the kilt and cloak around my body– like my bedding, the furs provide protection over the elements.
On the far wall hangs two small wooden shadow boxes, deep yet intended for flat artwork such as a map or painting, which is what they display; At the left, a map of Gor, and the right, a painting of a ram-headed winged man of sorts– he hovers over a maid and touches her. The piece commissioned as a replica to one painted by Earth artist Boris Vallejo.
The frames are hung staggered, one above the other, in a way I find asthetically pleasing.
Preparing aching muscles to venture outside, I pull the mead horn off the wall and string it to my hip, followed by bow, daggers, and tools of the Jarl.
A thalarian oil lamp sits empty on a small table, the remaining wick was extinguished late last night by a bond maid.. who warmed my furs and slept with me some of the night.
Wafting through the room are odors of baking, a sweetness I recognize as porridge being prepared for breakfast.
The Jarl’s accomodations are small rooms just big enough to fit some bedding, a small table, perhaps a chair, a kennel for keeping captured beasts or slaves. They afford privacy (if desired) by accordian style screens built into the structure of the walls.
In one motion, I grasp the screen firmly in one hand, sliding back the panel which folds upon itself to the open position.
Upon hearing this, the bond maid stopped stirring the kettle and came up to me, smiling as her bare feet padded briskly along the floor. The motion was much like a pet, upon hearing its owner’s arrival, rushes to greet them home. If she had a tail, it would wag with spontaneous joy.
“Greetings, Jarl!” she cooed, eyes meeting mine for a second before dropping her head down submissively, her curvatious naked body wiggling into a nadu pose, kneeling and settling herself before my feet, legs spread open and her hands resting, palms up, upon her soft thighs. She exhaled through slightly parted lips, her chest rising with each breath.
“Good morning, girl,” I said. Looking down upon her sublime body and immediately feeling both lust and gratitude for her, “is that porridge I smell brewing?” I asked.
“Yes, Jarl,” she purred, “your favorite recipe,” she described the ingredients being golden brown dried fruit resembling sultana raisins of Earth, spices from markets far South of here, a mixture of milled grains, bosk milk and sweet cane juices. “just as you like it,” she smiled, knowing I was pleased. “Would you like me to serve you now?” she asked, if not metaphorical.
“Aye, girl” chuckling, I said, “make me a bowl while I put on my boots.”
Her lips parted for a moment and she flicked her tongue across them, bringing moisture while breathing in sharply, suddenly.. as if I had struck some sensual nerve within her. She rocked slightly upon her heels, her legs spreading a bit wider, the backs of her upturned hands slowly stroking the top of her soft thighs. “Yes, Jarl” she said, rising to stand. 
Still facing me, she backed away a few steps, then spun on her heels to fetch the bowl. “I will be within earshot should you need anything else,” she teased, playfully, “Jarl..?” 
Then, humming a tune to herself, she scampered away, hips swaying in quite a sensual, purposeful way, she walked knowing I continued my gaze upon her. She wanted every muscle of her body, every ounce of her flesh, to serve me, for this was her greatest pleasure.
I stepped to where my boots lay, reaching down to pick them up, and began wrapping the straps and strings together, pulling them tight.
By the time I finished, the girl had returned with the cooking bowl of porridge and a pitcher of drink, sitting kneeling at my feet, holding the jug between her legs, her head bowed.
I looked upon her again, tracing the slope of her breasts with my eyes, letting my gaze roam itself down her body to her stomach and to her treasure. She blushed, “Do you wish me to serve you here, or at the table?”
I could just as easily forego eating altogether and lay her down upon my furs, taking her, using her body for pleasure. That, a role of the bond maid, to service all men of the holding, which owns them outright; She is a slave, she is property. 
Though it his her duty to meet my basic needs and serve, and I am grateful, I do not need say so, and do not love her –not in the romantic sense– I love her as a pet, or how a man would love possesions like a motor vehicle.
These ancient customs are normal and expected as breathing, this the Gorean way. To think otherwise, to refuse the girl or have sympathy for her, as if concerned of her condition, would insult and make her feel unworthy- for she is proud to be in my care and delights to do so. It gives a slave girl ecstasy to serve a Master, completely and selflessly.
Indeed, some girls are bred and trained for this their entire life, giddy and excited to the moment they may finally plead, “Buy me, Master” and surrender themselves into submission.
Even so, the girls’ sacrifices and lodgings are not secured- at any time they may be stolen in a raid, or traded in the market. If a new man buys her, she may remain a slave, be released as a free woman, or even become his companion, whatever he wants. 
While most women are eager to do well, the resisting or untrained are whipped into obedience. Knowledge of their position is enough to keep some girls in check, while others intend to perform erroneously, that is, they crave punishment!
As the mind processes pleasure and pain the same, some slaves desire lashings and find it arousing.
A good master takes this into account, for chaos may arise from increasingly bad mannered girls, if she demands stronger correction to satisfy beastly appetite.
If a maid becomes too unruly to serve, she is taken along hunting and fishing expeditions, her body used as live bait. Better to sacrifice a slave to capture animals for food and skins, than waste energy managing a wild maid.
Of course, most slave girls, they simply serve well without somuch a thought of wanting anything else, this is their deepest passion, their best happiness. They would just assume be put to death than not used.
I walk to the long table and motion the girl, sitting down on the bench and leaning back, stretching my muscular arm along the edge of the backrest. 
She leaps up to hurry beside me, eyes peeking at me, smiling, waiting upon my next words like a poised dog anticipating the next fetch of its favorite tennis ball thrown far across an open grassy field.
“On the table,” I motion, and she crawls up on to it, then kneeling again before me with a slutty smirk upon her face, her legs spread open wide before me and her head glancing down upon my crotch, she licks her lips expectantly, swooning on the very sound of my voice.
She dips a smaller bowl into the warm meal from the larger one, scooping a good helping into it, then kissing the lip of the bowl, raises her hands up in offering to me, as if I were a God and she was prostrating before me, “May it nurish you, Jarl.” she whispers.
I grab the bowl from her, my strong calloused hand brushing over her delicate fingers in the process, to which I see her smile widen and face blush from my simple touch.
“Some drink, bond,” I say, nodding to the pitcher which now sits at the table by her side.
While I eat the porridge, slurping and sipping the bowl, she deftly places the pitcher between her breasts, squeezing them tighter placing her arms along her sides, then holding the vessel in her cleavage, she places a cup underneath and proceeds to bends forward, letting gravity work upon the contents and her form somewhat, the liquid spills into the cup until filled. She rocks back, sitting upright, flicking her head back, her hair commanded in a wave of motion as it drapes around her shoulders. She smiles, seductively sliding the jug down her torso until it rests upon the table between her legs. She giggles with delight that I have watched this entire display and smile upon her. 
She smiles back, raising the cup toward me with lifted hands, as if they were encircled with locked bracelets, her deep eyes lock with mine for an instant and I feel the electricity of her gaze, before she drops her head again and trembling slightly, sits poised for me to accept the drink “May this quench your thirst, Jarl,” she says softly.
I lift the cup from her fingers and then drink it down, gulping the warm beverage hungrily until it is gone. With a mighty thunk I set the cup down on the table, exhaling “ahh!” the taste lingers for a bit in my mouth, and I gobble down the rest of the porridge without speaking.
“More, Jarl?” she asks, prepared to serve me more of the food and drink. I shake my head no and she tilts her head curiously in acknowledgement. “I am satisfied, and don’t wish to overeat before my journey,” I say, a hint of sadness forms on her brow and she asks, “will your journey be long?” perhaps expecting the worst. 
“No,” I say, “just a few days,” not wishing to leave her, yet knowing she will be safe here.
“I will look forward to your return,” she says, knowing full well she means to express her love to me and will be filled with longing every moment I am away from her sight.
“Yes,” I reply, “be well,” my words are cold though true, I do wish her well and will miss her company while I am out hunting and scouting, my eyes may reveal, but I a warrior, and she a slave, that is all need be said.
“Be well, Jarl,” she says, her voice cracking a little. I toss on my cloak and head to the large door of the long hall, she trails behind and at my side, yet attentive to me. 
I embrace her and she kisses my cheek softly, holding me tight, her bare skin rubbing up against me. I let her go, commanding her return to her chores, and she nods happily, standing in place as she watches me unbar the door, preparing to exit the hall. 
As I walk through the threshold, thrusting the gate open, I take one last look upon her, smiling upon her sublime beauty. 
She shivers slightly at the burst of cold pouring in from outside, and as I turn and step away from her, she shuts the door closed behind me; it squeaks and groans closed, locking its mechanism with a clicking thud. I hear her struggle to draw the bar across the door, perhaps aided by other maids, sliding it back into place, and I step down from the hall, into the surrounding grounds of the holding, a snow covered path which leads to the outer gates.


I was in that moment between sleeping and awake,
laying in my bed,
in your bed,
holding your hand,
embracing your body.

As you slept I listened to your breathing,
feeling you close and caught a clean scent,
wondering if it was perfume or just you fresh from a bath.

We stirred and smiled,
drifting together,
in that moment between sleep and awake,


Voices (erotic)

when moans
escape her lips
breath hot in gasps
beating heart pounding
fingers exploring
wetness dripping
how I yearn to listen
as she plays with her cunt
and pinching taught peaks
as they stand on end
my ears filled with her sounds
hand fast on my hard cock
while she grinds
and I thrust
and we cum
we breathe
she screams
I moan
it is good
no words spoken


like a bandit
without warning
love slips in
steals your heart
runs off giggling
as you chase it

then suddenly stops
leaving you longing
exhausted and wanting
Panting and yearning
You almost catch your breath

Love waits
sees glimmers of hope
hints at happiness

When I miss you
such pain
You’ve stolen me
Before then,
I didn’t know
how alone I was
life is empty
with you gone
And I hurt

now you’ve got my mind
my body aches of this chasing
pulled like a magnet
embrace me, now.
Close in the distance
Never let go
Don’t run

I climb the peak
balanced on the edge
brimming desire
teetering on madness
beating rapidly
and then
we fall

The air filled
with butterflies
gasping, descend
searching for ground
about to land hard
then we do
crashing into love
it overtakes us
the world slips away
softness and pleasure
everything right
until love, that robber,
moaning in ecstasy
steals off again

No, I don’t want to hunt anymore
I’ve found the goal
this joy and misery
knowing she’s there
just out of reach,
I keep her heart.

Never forget , no regret
Love conquers all

embraced so tight
I’m deep inside you
You’re wrapped around me
moving and touching
one soul together

How my heart soars
the thief is captured
duration forever
Come together
We’re Home


I was alone
then her face appeared
my heart leaped
soaring into sky
yet I didn’t realize
one day soon I would fall
she captured me

Interminable depths of her eyes
lashes flitting across her glowing face
voluptuous lips curved to a smile
enchanting …

be mine

As I yearned for a kiss
her taste touched my soul
and then like a dream, she was gone

She came to me again
lingering there
without a word,
and I swooned

Her skin radiated a dance like an angel
every curve undulating a landscape of music
every step in grace caressing earth below her feet

Her hair flowed as I traced the lines of her form
learning and following them with my eyes
heart beating like a drum
glowing like the sun
catching my breath in a sigh

Her voice
calm in the heart of a storm
each word rang through being
like sweet chimes on the wind
we laughed and talked and shared our spirits
connecting in ways beyond magic
how I wanted to be in this space forever

It seems like aeons since I’ve seen her again
her presence still vibrating echoes through my heart
Will she please come, to be by my side?

As we join in her world, and walk together the rest of our days
Our dance has just begun, and I want it to last our lifetime

I think of her and the things we will do together
destiny to fulfill itself when the time is ripe

Saving myself for her, until our union of souls is one
then we will open
and give each other everything

Now, I long for her, in tears at times
then I remember her face
and again my heart soars

Riding waves of happiness, waiting upon her return
like children holding out for Christmas morning
when distance is a breath away
and every moment our dreams come true

and when her eyes meet mine
we may lose ourselves in each other
and see once more
and live