My new erotic poem/short story. It’s sexy intelligence indeed ;-)

// She’s Risky – the Night-time butterfly – // Friday night, I’m dressed to kill, as I enter that shady ole place down town, I dare call it my second home? Ah I love my secret life…why am I so mesmerized by them cheap red lights? Oh, let’s turn them low so that we can hide within. And become who we wanna be, the villains that reside inside, the roles that we seek to play. Hustlers or pranksters, outlaws or gangsters, but come on, no we all know what we truly are. And I’m out for the hunt, that risky … Continue reading My new erotic poem/short story. It’s sexy intelligence indeed 😉

Booty Call Addiction

tadaa, one of my new poetryporn stories from my new book After Rain… sexy poetry,  and a sad, sweet story, with a serious, bittersweet message, as always 😉 // – Booty Call Addiction – She is waiting all day and sometimes all through the night, lost in her world and this longing that is driving her wild. She waits for that certain sound, that bell on her phone, the treat that is feeding her restless mind. She’s dreaming and drifting until she gets that text. The sweet message that would wake her up, even though she rests. Ah my god, … Continue reading Booty Call Addiction

Lover of Mine

mbestacatfourth (2) (2) (2) Last spring, I was introduced to the sweet, lovely dream pop sounds of Beach House at the cool, hip coffee shop called Fuckoffee at Shoreditch, East London. The sweet, emotional songs ‘Lazuli’ and ‘Other People’…  the beginning of a happy love affair, of hope. Lovely emotions for a rainy day. Lovely music for the ‘in love’ feeling. In fact the whole album ‘Bloom’ was like a new fresh love affair to me, all the way through.

When you meet a guy and this feeling of euphoria arises, and you meet up and you do things, and you laugh, happily, because he takes away your pain, just for a while… because in the end you know, it’s just an illusion. Continue reading “Lover of Mine”

Grains in Summer Time

Standing still in the middle of a golden wheat field near my house, with my arms open, spread out to the side, feeling the wind around me, feeling the grain brushing against my arms and hands. I remember. I was little then, like merely just four years old. And I looked across the fields, to the houses and the restaurants by the road. Watching the wheat stalks swaying. Breathing, taking in the scents of summer, the earth and the grass. And I hear this far away roaring sound above me, a plane soaring across the sky high above me, looking … Continue reading Grains in Summer Time

A stray cat I am… for sure

  She’s waiting for another train She’s given it a share of chances Into another country again No tears for the lies he told No letter on the bedroom chair No message written on the mirror Leave it looking like she’s never been there With nothing left for her to hold She always steps forward She never looks back She leaves while she can with her dreams still intact Her sadness below her and hope high above With her heart in her hand she steps out Pretty music on the radio She’s looking down another highway No tears when the … Continue reading A stray cat I am… for sure

In The Company Of Ghosts…

London east, and I’m standing still. When I feel the age old past reaching out from busy streets. The people I pass are mere shadows… hushing by like in a dream but the derelict buildings they talk and the ghosts within they speak to me, vividly, with angry sighs of untold misery and bygone injustice, of suffering and sorrows vast, labour and endurance of stones they had build to last the lost souls that always will remain… urging me to switch sides, insisting I should stay. Tempting me with unkind words; saying the living have nothing to offer someone like … Continue reading In The Company Of Ghosts…

Electrical! Sexual in body and soul…

dsc1356-copy (1) (2)     I see all those things, around me and in my head. A certain scene, a certain feeling, moments… places… towns, buildings, oceans, people, a vibe… and it is so hard to not be able to explain all the visions and emotions that I see, the amazing feelings that arise from a memory, a sudden scent that overwhelms me. The smell of something is the greatest trigger of amazing visuals, ecstatic feelings, and also some very scary thoughts of otherworldly experiences.

I can only describe it as really sexual. With thoughts and emotions tingling, vibrating and running up my spine to my chest, like a pleasant and ecstatic electricity running through my body… this electrical charged sensation that triggers certain feelings, visions and dreams at night. Continue reading “Electrical! Sexual in body and soul…”

I feel so sad for all the unloved children

mnext342 (1)    Nobody asks to be born, and what a terrible fate it is to be born to heartless parents, to be neglected, bullied, mistreated or even worse, to be killed mercilessly by some undeserving bastard. I feel with every ‘story’, every picture of an innocent sweet little girl or boy that I see in the papers, or on the news. I can’t begin to imagine their fears and desperation… Continue reading “I feel so sad for all the unloved children”