Succumb to this desire
Gaze into my eyes
Let me caress your every inch
And cause your every smile…

Succumb to the lust,
I’ll surrender to
Caress me, kiss my face
I’ll hold you close whilst it all takes place

Succumb to the moment
Let all worries go
Take me as you wish my dear
To you, it’s hard to say no

Succumb to the evening, it’s all ours tonight
Let’s take our time, express our passion
Make love by the moon’s light
Do not fret over it is “just right”

Succumb to this wanting
This fire burning bright
Everything feels amazing
I crave you tonight


Behind These Eyes

I don’t even have to speak,

These eyes say it all

Because of you they sparkle,

Speak without any words at all

I’ve found a new happiness,

One I thought wouldn’t come to be

The only place you belong, is in this moment with me

Though the words have not crossed my lips,

It cannot hide behind these eyes

It’s just waiting patiently, for when the time is right

There’s so much left to tell you,

Nothing left to hide,

Truths that are not camouflaged,

Not even behind the darkest of ebony eyes

About the author

Peony Ann

I am a mostly misunderstood child of the corn, born and raised in rural Illinois turned self-proclaimed writer with random, yet passionate opinions and views. It seems that I am self-taught because I was a stoner slack ass in high school who thought it’d be better to fuck around and see what kind of trouble I could make rather than to concentrate on a formal education. Who uses algebra in a corn field anyway?

My mission in life is to be me, be happy, and FTW if they don’t like it. I used to know what I really wanted in life. Since I was 5 years old, all I wanted was to be married to the same woman my entire life, be a doctor, a writer, to have a litter all my own, and to be the “token ‘hot’ Asian” in most settings. I just wasn’t sure how I felt about being a boy, because girls were just so much prettier. Now, as I approach my dirty 30, I have accomplished only one of those things successfully because, well, I’m Asian and we breed like rabbits, resulting in my litter of 5.

I aim to please, entertain and boggle with “WTF?!” moments. I even throw around a little poetry. Some will find me apPAULing, others hilarious, and some would maybe even call me a messed up kind of special. Those are the ones nearest and dearest to me who paid for all of those bibs, large crayons, and the occasional straight jacket to provide my short bus driver with for her own protection. Oh, and the ones who supported me through the transformational surgeries from Paul to Peony. I just wanted to be a delicate fucking flower, is that so wrong? P.S. I love my new tits!