Daily Head – A Sonnet

"Daily fellatio for my lover..."

Faint grazes against your pale unclothed loinsmake your tree twitch whilst you start a low moan.My hands stroke your thick trunk, tingling your groin.A camp tent pitches to grand heights unknown. I’ll take seven moves to get to the fuck.Six...

Residue

"Part 3 - The Finale (In succession to Truffles and 29)"

PreludeToday, I'm having breakfast with a very special friend. Despite a thorough shower this morning, I am very much aware of the fact that no matter how much you scrub, there are just some things that only time can remove....