The hand at my throat

Soothes my soul,
Calms my heart,
Steals my breath,
Drenches my sex,
Silences my mind,
Demands my love

The hand at my throat
(same as my life)

Is His



love, everything

Some want a love

Calm and steady

Like a babbling brook

Others prefer a love

Harsh and frenzied

Like a storm out at sea

I ache for His love

Steady, harsh, calm and frenzied

Like waves beating, lapping a rocky shore


love 1-7-1


Doesn’t exist

Without you here.

Love can be tricky

With sorrow and thick gloom,

But the joy and the light

Dominate my soul, my heart so full

I could fly away or combust.

Adoration and trust, humbly smitten

My life, now yours.

Without you here

Nothing exists.