Butterscotch Part 5 – The House of Ariadne

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

  Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me . I had seen that smile before; it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of...

Butterscotch Part 4

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

 10:00 pm   So there we both were on the London Underground; our faces luridly painted, our bodies clad in black satin and lace, in leather and tartan, in silver and steel. I had never looked like that in my life...

Butterscotch Part 3

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

Friday 6:30 pm   Drinks with the lads was great; a weekly rite of relaxation and male bonding. But all good things should come to an end. Not that the employees of   the respected law firm of Marmaduke, Daintree...

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...

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...

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...