Butterscotch Part 2

"She was the woman of his dreams and so much more."

  I hugged her as she wrapped her arms firmly around my shoulders. I then felt her legs clench around me and she rested her head against my chest. I slipped my hands under her thighs and picked her up;...

Butterscotch Part 1

"She was the woman of his dreams and so much more."

  “I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that...

Loretta Part 5

"A story from the long, hot Australian summer."

    Making love to Kayla was the last thing I was expecting on this, Loretta’s last night in town but, as Kayla and I entered the house after our sweet little liaison in the garden, I was in for...

Nocturne

"A samurai, far from home, looks at the moon and thinks of his beloved."

  Although the night divides us And I am far from you,  You do have one companion, The moon, within your view. Serene she glows above you And watches while you sleep, I tell her that I love you, Imploring...

She Reclines

"A poem about one of those beauties glimpsed by night that will haunt us forever."

  Once, in the realm of sweet oblivion; That vast empire of half forgotten dreams, I saw a girl with eyes of pale vermillion Dancing amidst the soft moonbeams.   Upon the pure and silken sands she danced; Her feet...

Ode to Night

"A poem inspired by making love under the moon and stars."

  Unfathomed night; thou conduit of dreams, Veiled sister of the lucid day, For thee I long, for thee I wait And for thy favour pray! Come and spread thy silken cloak upon me, No other raiment will I wear...

Janina

"Homage to Leonard Cohen."

At a club she greets her lovers, Though they do not know her face; It’s easy to recognize her, She’s the girl seduced by base. Although they’ve never met her And seldom ask her name, They’re gentle, kind and giving...

A Goddess In Leather

"Homage to the Goddess, tribute to the Muse."

  We met on the dusty crossroads, Of a nameless, silent town, A place by fate forsaken When the full moon wore a frown.   She was a leather goddess, An exile from the abyss With eyes of living fire...

Loretta Part 4

"A story from the long,hot Australian summer."

    Saturday, February 15 th . 7: 30am   I watched Loretta’s beautifully manicured hand as she lifted the coffee pot. She smiled sweetly and poured me a cup. At dinner the night before she had told me she...

Loretta Part 1

"A story from the long, hot Australian summer."

  “I’ve taken her husband, now I’m going to take her lover. After that, who knows what I might take…………….”   Loretta’s words still lingered in my head as I awoke. She had somehow worked her way in to my...