The writings of Hunter Coch




Desire becomes
      Hedonistic passions
Climax in the night.

What joy women’s bosoms bring,
What pleasures blossom below.




That Scent

That Scent

That scent left drifting
In the darkness of delights,
With moans and seeded
Dreams and secret desires
             Sweet fragrance.

That scent swims with life
Among the sheets and bodies.
A nude dance of flesh,
      Wandering hands,
             Silken lips,
Desires living bouquet.

That scent pleasure cast,
A sea of swimming perfumes
Onto the bodies fulfilled
Falling in dreamless slumber,
      That scent,
             Is of dreams,

-Hunter Coch




They kneel together
Nude on top soft satin sheets.
They touch together
Soft hands on soft skin caress.
They feel together
With kisses, scratches, and bites.
They love together
Abandoned to the moment
Lost to the joys of friction.




Ruptured desire
Spilt upon the bedroom floor.
With a rage of lust
Fueled by the scent of sex
A light in the eye,
Inhibitions fall
To the ground with two
Bodies following entwined.

-Hunter Coch


Permission, Three Tanka

She lies on her back

Nude on the hardwood floors.

Sexual freedom.

She holds herself, rubbing deep

In pulsating perfection.

She lies on her back

Nude, I long for the release,

Her Command, her wish.

I’m bound by her dominance,

Freedom will come with a word.

She lies on her back

Nude on the cold hard floors.

With her word I come.

Tearing into her body,

Her flesh will never forget.

Warm Bodies

Warm bodies collide

In the summer heat.

Sweat beads along natural curves.

Rolling motions on linen sheets,

Heavy breathing

Flesh on fire.

Deep moans with deep thrusts,

Inhibitions forgotten,

Tossed aside with the clothes

And heavy blankets.

A rhythmic dance everyone knows.

Concluding with an exchange

Of breath and fluids.

A Game


A dim light shines through,

Illuminating her curves

On burgundy sheets.


Nude upon the Egyptian cotton, her breasts exposed. The air moves gently across her nipples and along her dew dropped curves. She shivers at the sensation. She knows she’s watching.


Life, you twisted thing,

New adventures in the night,

Under watchful eyes.


She stands by the bed watching her nakedness in motion. Her hand move across the body’s contours, stopping at the mounds of flesh topped by light brown nipples, circling, playing with the silken skin, then moving down to the deep places where she blooms in damp delight.


On a bed she’s watched,

Woman looking on woman,

Game of desire.


She’s watching her perform. She stands, she quivers. Her eyes follow her hands. Her hands follow her eyes. The watcher is being watched and in time her hands move down to bring herself in tune with the laying beauty.


She stands by the bed,

Nude in the soft yellow light.

Above watchful eyes.


They gaze. They touch without touching. They love. They make love through thought and inaction. When their minds meet, a climax of infinite lust erupts into a fluidic waking dream. Infinite desire, infinite lust. Beautiful tension.


And then, with a kiss

Begins a bodies bonding.

And then, with a touch . . .


Dark Beauty

Dark, naked beauty,
In her eyes seduction hides.
With arms spread, exposed,
She welcomes with a smile
And breaths of expectation.

Play in Love and Lust

Play in love and lust,
Touch the forbidden pleasures,
Reach for ecstasy,
Feel the heart and sweat and joy,
Tease them with your hands,
Tease them with an open mind,
And bring them to bloom
On sheets of enlightenment
With passion’s kiss, on three lips.


Her hand reaches deep.

At the brink she lies alone
With shivers and sparks
And a deep rhythmic motion.

The fires of exactly.