Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Mr. Mark Davis .......still curling my toes

 I have been a fan of Mark Davis for over two years. I met the erotic poet here on face book as he approached me for friendship. He asked me for my opinion on a poem or two and since I love poetry I agreed. When the first poem came over by private message I was agape. Wondered if this guy was kidding. Mmm, tring to flirt with me? I checked out his face book and saw he was Australian and decided to give him another chance, after all he was 8,000 miles away. I read his poem a few times and recognized the talent that lurked beneath the erotic poem. So I asked him to send me another poem. Yep as erotic as the first yet poem was but now I saw a visual, that took talent. Yes he made me cross my legs, bite my lip and I tried very hard to deny that his writing aroused me. I am after all an erotic romance writer and write very bawdy naughty stories myself. So if he could move me, imagine what he could do to an erotic romance reader. We became friends and helped each other whenever we needed an opinion. So here's his novella, Teaching the Teacher and he's currently at work on his next poetry release. Don't forget to buy his newest Menage/Cougar, trust me it will curl your hair or straighten it......tee hee.......My good friend Mark Davis,he's still curling my damn toes. !!

It happened every month
As the full moon lit the skies
The same dream seemed to start
As soon as she had closed her eyes
At first she had been scared
The sensation had been strange
But he brought such pleasure
Her thoughts did quickly change
In her dreams her lover floated in
Carried on the mist
He would cloak her like a shroud
Feel her body kissed
As she prepared for sleep these evenings
She would bathe, put on some scent
It seemed to please her spirit 
Loved the effort she had spent
For hours he would tease
Too many orgasms to count
In the end she would be begging
Her ghostly lover urged to mount
Although it was a dream
Her sex would ache for days
For the night she was his captive
As he took her many ways
And in the morning when she woke
Her bed was in a mess
Every muscle ached
As she'd shower then get dressed
And as she left the house
She was sure that she could hear
Her  ghostly lover whisper
"Same time next moon my dear"

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