…this is love?


So this is love?

With each passing

second we are trust.

The minutes slide and

we’re lost to lust.

Each hour that passes

our presence becomes, must.

So this is love?

Days, weeks, months

the yearning wanderlust.

Does time separate us?

Or is it the foundation

of our trust,

for this is love.

Karen Hayward ©2017

Image and words.






Amber and Blue.


Amber and Blue

When you think of me before I do
When you think of me instead of you
my everything in a world untrue
You are the silver and the gold
The amber and blue
A crescendo of rhythm in my heart unfolds
the little things you do,
is the everything I hold.
From amber and blue
aura everlastingly bold
I can feel love’s brightest glow
Let the the notions of love
be the binding glue
in you i find the beauty
In all that you do
Vibrant and alive..
like amber and blue
I can only cherish the fates that made you mine
A flaming joy in crystalline time
You are the sparkle the starlight sublime
The gravity that holds me close to you.
the beauty of love in the amber and blue

(c) 2016 Michael J. Garland
(c) image Karen Hayward

More of Michael’s amazing poetry can be found on his Google plus page…


Lose yourself in crystal blues.


Can you feel my need in every

word expressed spilling across

paper and nothing less. Poetic beauty

sensual art let me paint desire across

my skin so you may admire my form in

pure sin. Butterfly kisses across hips on

soft skin of finest porcelain, I am lost in need

an internal yearning for your seed. Give into me,

let my fingers roam where kisses trail let me taste

your lips, your tongue, give me the parts

not reached by the sun. Devour me with

Renewed vigour, take me, use me, hold

me tight within your arms….hold me

close become my calm.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Image found on interest.

Glaze…show me sweet Eden.

Then I ask you be the gentleman

and make me your lady,

take my slender fingers into yours

lead me through the waltz.

Hold me close as we glide,

be the reason for my smile.

Teach me musics silent beat,

be the furnace to my heat.

You be the gentleman show me the glaze,

make me your lady,

dance me through this maze.

Karen Hayward ©2016


I wish I were a mermaid.


To swim naked in the ocean of forever,
exploring forgotten shipwrecks.
As Poseidon commands the waves to gently
caress my curves,
intimately spiraling across my skin.
Rays of golden sunlight reaching down to me
as I swim between rocks searching for fossils.
Lost in a sea of oblivion my soul enveloped
In intimacy,
my spirit singing an harmonic symphony.
Surrounded by beauty,
engulfed by passion
teasing my desire.
Swim with me, naked, in the oceans of forever.

Karen Hayward ©2016

The catalyst of desire.

For a moment you own my page as you owned my dreams. Your love loud as it always was as you blindly searched through the unknown forests. You started as nothing you became nothing but for a brief moment in-between you were everything. You caught me, my wings out stretched after years of hunting you held me in your hands and carefully closed the cage door. Suffocating me with layer upon layer, releasing me. Inhibitions left hanging at the door each night you pulled me into your fantasies. Lit up my world, ignited flame after flame. You started out as nothing for years you were nothing, you ended up as nothing and in-between the blurring days you became a catalyst for desire. You held my spirit firmly in your hands and caressed it’s very essence with cum soaked fingers. I was the prey you were the hunter, I was never capable of forgiving you for the atrocities you committed as you hunted me. Still, for a moment you were everything, you were my catalyst to you I owe my desire.

Karen Hayward ©2016.