Spanish rain,A maiden’s dress,Apothecary pillsAnd ancient thrills;Melancholy killsA girl’s caress.(—Roman Payne; Valencia, Spain, November 2nd 2012)

It is natural for our unamiable sex to dislike the creatures, for you ladies lavish so many caresses upon them.

Open the doors of your heart and they will come…And for every cruel arrow,Sweet caresses of delirium alsoTo nourish your soul.

The Frenchman showed her a great deal of Paris that day, saying over lunch at a café that it was impossible to see everything of interest in so short a time. “And of course the sights are only one aspect; there’s also the theatre, the markets, clubs, festivals, gardens and much more.”Delta smiled dreamily; it...

Caress the detail, the divine detail.

There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I...

Your erotic,A memoir of pleasure.Caress the streets as through they held the touch of mink,Leaving only trails of stardust.Your eyes could Pierce hearts, leaving eternal scars of that moment,Moments so bittersweet they linger upon the tastebuds of those who dare glance.You, Stain eyes with curiosityI dare not blink.

Her room was warm and lightsome. A huge doll sat with her legs apart in the copious easy-chair beside the bed. He tried to bid his tongue speak that he might seem at ease, watching her as she undid her gown, noting the proud conscious movements of her perfumed head.As he stood silent in the...

He said it with everything he did, every touch, every caress, every physical pleasure he bestowed upon me. Give it all to me. Give me your will.

My thoughts of you are a rainbow in splashing ocean waves…appearing…disappearing in sacred depths of skies the grasps of mine reach to the highest… Will you, ah, long for kissing me tonight? so I could feel the sweetest pleasure of your lips on mine… As we embrace in our dream, I’ll dance your quiet loving...

There is a time sometime, and a place where in the perfect stillness of the evening within the sunset serenity we unite in the glow… Blissful paradise divinity, brilliancy glassy deepness, shallowness slow and smooth… We forever are eternal wholeness only intimacy between us… Thorough adoration pleasure deep in souls with melodies slowness as we...

When a woman is romantically subdued, all she does at that moment is under the influence of her desires.

When bodies talk, a hand brushing across a face declares love the tongue never speaks. When bodies talk, eyes make promises and lips keep them in the silent transfer of vows of the heart. When bodies talk, a steady stare and firm glance becomes a rod of correction. When bodies talk, they speak to us...