The Mountain Cabin

"Written for a woman I used to call Kiss..."

We are lying together in a bedIn a mountain cabin.I can hear the sharp snapping soundsof split pine burning in the fireplace.Embers appear like orange fireflies,Dancing drunkenly.I feel your hand exploring my body,Trying to make all of my body feel...

Three Times The Fire

"On a cold winter's night, Beverly, Polly and Tom keep each other cozy in front of the fire"

Every time Tom was in the restaurant, it was the same. He couldn’t decide which of the two women he wanted more. Polly was a tomboyish little thing with short, peroxide blonde hair, pert little tits and just a slight...