She. He stopped texting her, all of a sudden. She could not understand why, since he had asked her to be his completely, to belong to him out of her own will. She had found this disturbing and enticing at...
longing
I Am Not a Lesbian
"A whirlwind plucked at me, drawing me into a maelstrom from which there was no escape."
All afternoon the word "lesbian" jumped out unbidden to ambush my thoughts. At first, I seemed to glimpse it as if from far away and I shied from it, sick and frightened. But as the day wore on, it drew...
Magic Of Matterhorn
"Man and woman with memories find each other..."
It was the neat deeply tanned legs that Dan Summers first noticed, standing with ten other passengers in the cable car climbing out of Zermatt up towards the Klein Matterhorn. Beyond the window, the bright midday sun lit up the...
She wrote about him all the time,she never mentioned his name again,she wrote about her love and her lust,she wrote not taking any needed breaks.She just wrote about her sadness,about his absence and her bereavement,she wrote to extract all from...
Living by proxyin your mind,with just the promiseof my surrender.Living by proxyin my own skin,with just the memoryof a few encounters.Living by proxyin a fleeting timewith just the solitudeleft by your absence.
In the old city of canals,of narrow winding streets,in the city of dark watersand bridges of mystery,there is a time when all stopsand goes back to centuries ago...Trust me, in this beloved cityI met you once, in times long gone,you...
StealthilyLike a cat,She movedtowards meslinking forwardsOne pace at a time. SilentlyShe walkedaround me,Little by littleUnraveling myTwisted need. SpeedilyHer smileDisarming me,Swaying to musicShe placedNext to my heart. Reaching outShe caressed me,Wrapped herselfAround me,Stirred me,Deeply. As the musicFlowedWe danced,My breath catching,Hoping I’mNot dreaming,My twisted soulRespondingTo the...
Diana’s Perfect Day
"Diana's long journey to get her man proves ecstatic"
Diana’s skin tingled as she saw the lovely imposing frame of Remmy coming up to the front door. Quickly, she grabbed the picnic bag, checked her skirt, patted her curling black hair into place, and was at the front door...
I owe you wholeheartedly,with a high-interest rate,my most beautiful lines,my gut-wrenching poems,words like crystal gobletssmashing against stone walls...stories drenched in love,stories hiding passionate joys,characters shaped and builtto fit the city where we met,the city with the dark riverand the old rusty...
Too Far Apart
"The need to be closer..."
She here, he there, victims ofgremlin mists that hidetheir bodies from each other.lust and longing,are mysteries drivenby a witch’s curseon their heated minds.aching, willing breasts,seen, but vaguelythrough a steamy veil.that shades too, the tumescentpromise of rampant shaftor drizzling nectar ofwilling,...