passion contract

hike up my dress with your hands

and claim what’s so rightfully yours

sealed and delivered by way of contract

black ink on paper marking my commitment

to be faithful

Now it’s your turn to keep your side of the bargain

the pleasure I outlined in plain English in section five

and defined under “terms”

see if part of me is intelligence

the other part is fire

let me show you my love is worth laboring over

it’s not every day we discover sparks

on the skin of another

tonight all I want to be is

the oxygen to your flame.

sensual saturdays

unzip my dress and

let your fingertips trail down my body

imprint every inch of me with

urgent desire

uncover the places that gift shivers

and with your lips suck the mundane out of my skin

let me show you passion is more than

short breaths and desperate hands

passion is how my eyes memorize the

fire in yours as I take you in

I settle into the pleasure, I sip it in slowly

and soak in the feel of our bodies dancing together in the dark

I don’t need you to take me to the edge of who I am.

I don’t need you to make me forget my name.

I need you to meet me here, in my power and at my center

without any expectation of where this thirst will take us

and who we’ll be and what it will look like

when we get there.

when we merge.


We sweat out the sheets

lose our breath trying to keep up with passion

misplace fingertips to find places that

gift shivers down the spine

and lend lips to the other in an

offering of pleasure.


This bed is our temple

where we call out to God

with eyes closed

in the hope that we

can stay in this heaven