"She touches the skies when she breathes. She holds me when I come undone."
It’s not how she movesIt’s not how she touches the sky when she breathesIt’s not in her smile, not in her snarlIt’s just how she isIt’s not how she waitsHow she remembers how to be lateIt’s not how she forgets,...
"The minute I walked in the joint ..."
I walked into the dimly lit bar, the soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling the air.Then I saw her, Susan, sitting on a bar stool, a vision of effortless sexiness, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and...
"There are times when love requires a personal touch."
Not long after dawn, I head to your house. The front door is unlocked, so I enter, quietly heading upstairs like the egg-bearing Easter bunny.As I enter the bedroom, you say, 'Good morning.'The creaky stairs must have given me away.I...
"I guess we feel what we want to feel"
Breath brushing, nape of neckA shivering warmth, kept in check.Hairs on end, goose bumps burstMouth left watering, lack of thirst.Heart fluttering, secret whispersAlong my spine, like prosaic rivers.Fingers arranging, delicate hairsAround ears and face, flushes flare.Shaking of shoulders, intimate touchYour...