A collection of poetry all encompassing sex and love.

Dopamine: A chemical, a neurotransmitter, one of the very things responsible for the abundant happiness you feel when you're doing something you love. It is a main factor and contributor to love, lust, sex, and addiction. To Lawrence that's exactly what Ebony had always been. Since the first day he met her, she had become his own source of happiness. The rush of excitement was something he only experienced when she was near... Ebony had always wondered why he disappeared. Gone without a trace was his existence. And now he was suddenly right before her, demanding retribution. Blackmailing her for a painful memory of the past she claims to know nothing about. Will painful scars last or will dopamine rule? *EROTICA*

"You're spoiled." He snapped at her as he moved toward her, fire in his caramel colored eyes. "And you're a lecherous rake!" She snapped back just as he yanked her forward, kissing her hungrily. She melted instantly. Turning into mush as his hands traveled down. One of his large hands squeezing her bottom. She gasped, electricity flying between them. "If this is how you react every time I tell you no, I'll be doing it a lot more often." He chuckled against her parted lips. Her eyes widened and she jumped back, slapping him across the face. "Oh! You're insufferable!" ----------------------------------------------------- Adam Hugh Jr. was known for his handsome face, his poetic words and a smile that never seemed to disappear. Though it was common knowledge that he was a mulatto his happy go lucky personality and the fact that he was the successor to his father's company left him with constant female attention. With a smile always on his face and laughter on his lips he brought women to their knees with his charm. All except for one woman in particular. Dynasty Harrison was serious and stiff. She had no time for silliness or games. And nor was she easily impressed. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and thus she felt as if she were entitled to whatever she wanted. When she meets Adam Jr. and for the first time in her life is told no she makes it a mission to avoid the handsome scoundrel. Will Adam be able to crack her prime and proper shell? Or will she continue to deny the inevitable?

*She blinked up at him, tilting her head slightly, "Don't you ever get...lonely?" He chuckled softly, pulling her close, planting kisses along her cheek, "I let many things guide me but loneliness...loneliness is not one of them. I would be a liar if I said that I do not experience the sting of lonesomeness but I have learned to never let it engulf me in its grip." His words ate at her consciousness. Such strength eluded her even on her best days and thus she ran from any sign of honest emotion, knowing that loneliness always hovered at the back of her mind, guiding her through the rough patches when no one else seemed to notice. And yet this man...he had the ability to ignore its icy grips, to fall prey to it and then reverse it, making loneliness his prey. * Loneliness was her guide in a world of guideless people.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

"He was a great lion and she was merely a gazelle. He was stalking her in the tall grass, crouching on his mighty hinges, his claws extended, his teeth bared. She sensed him, peered through the tall greenery for him but saw nothing, confusion clouding her senses. Was there nothing there? Was she merely guessing at nothing? Being deceived by her own fear and paranoia? Then she heard a growl, the sound of crunching grass growing near. But she could not run, it was too late, she was pounced on. And then she screamed, her cries ignored, for she was the prey of a predator, a meal for a starving creature." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ife was gifted, she had sight and the ability to read eyes. She had been taught all her life that soul did not lie... Prince Fumnaya was filled with a growing idleness that he could not seem to fill. No amount of respect or bed partners could quite encompass the void he had in him....until the night he laid eyes on Ife. Moonlight bouncing off of soft brown skin tended to raise any man's libido but what he felt for her was so quick, so carnal, he had to have her. Ife had seen him before, in her dreams, dreams that haunted her constantly, his eyes called to her, beckoned her closer. Begging her to save him, to wash away the melancholy inside him, to brighten his view of the world. All her life, she thought she knew what she was to do, to save other, to give advice . But now that she has fallen into Fumnaya's explosively passionate haze of desire, she is lost. She wants to save him...the need is stronger than anything in the world but his sexual passion frightens her, for his need of her is far too great. Will he fall victim to his dull view on life, tarnishing his soul or will she finally realize that what he needs most in life is her?

"I'm assuming you're a pirate, am I correct?" She asked. His smirk turned into a full blown smile, he merely nodded his agreement. "Ah, I see. You're probably going to rape me senselessly and maybe keep me as your torrid sex slave? And then once you grow tired me, let me guess, you'll throw me overboard?" She said defiantly, though her heart was hammering in her chest. He burst out in laughter, his deep voice melodious to her virgin ears. "I do not intend to throw you overboard. Nor do I intend to rape you. I will have you willingly." She huffed, "Willingly?" He smiled, his eyes gleaming, seductive, "Willingly." -------------------------- Jewel Hugh was rebellious. She wanted to enjoy the things that her brothers' were allowed. Rules were things that blocked off the path to adventure in her mind. And what was life without a little rule breaking? Emile Baudin wanted revenge. His small village slaughtered years ago by a band of thieves. He now sailed the seas in search of his enemy. Jewel finds herself captured and trapped in Emile's arms. And despite the wrongness of it all she can't ignore the fire he's ignited in her heart and neither can he. Highest ranking #2 (10/17/15)