Poem: Empty Streets for Empty Souls

Empty streets feel lonely
Even in the yellow lights
Of ever burning street lamps
Casting pale shadows
On late evening wanders
Meandering cracked paths
Leading to locked doors
Shuttered windows dark
No safe harbor in the night

Poem: Restrained Art

Sitting on the edge of anticipation
And the bed she undoes her heels
Pulls up her stockings falling
Back onto disheveled sheets of silk
Perfumed smelling of roses
Here she undresses piece by piece
Waiting for him to take his piece

Poem: Unleashed

Black leather is not for everyone
But you wear it so well its my favorite
Second only to when you wear nothing
Except that devilish grin of yours
Biting your lip holding back your tongue
That makes promises I know you’ll keep