"Seduced by a Queen from the fifteenth century as being channeled by a housewife."
I walked into a small meditation room that was draped in soft pastels, flute music droned from an invisible speaker nearby. As I expected, a small indoor water fountain was plugged into a nearby socket and spewed recycled liquid tranquility....
our goodbyeswere spilled gently through eternal pausesshattered syllables and between breaths screaming of weaknessvoices achingly wavered some cruel balance of animmeasurable yearningand the bitter tracesof deep regret thatwe must unravel and so we clungto ideals held full ofunspoken declarations and memories never madesharing silent tears in thedeafening stillness...
"The interview didn’t go as planned. It went a lot better than planned."
Melissa had entered my flat in the most confident manner that I have ever witnessed. She handed me her thin coat as she strode confidently past me over to the black leather chair; the same chair that I so memorably...
"The good earth, the boundless sky..."
O, love and summer, you are in the dreams and in me.--Walt Whitman, The Sleepers Wednesday was the last day of my little lawn service business. It was like so many other days in that summer of 1979, hot and close, the...
You, a wanderess. Me, a wanderer.Our paths crossed on the journey in search of more.One moonless eve, under a starless sky, we invited the darkness in.In the dead of night you pleaded for more amidst our burning, virgin kiss.We came...
"When the fire is burning we need to keep it growing before putting it out is what it's all about."
Where there's a spark in the darka fire's about to burn,is what lovers knoweach in their own turn. With heart and soula flame will growwhen you lay with me.A crimson glowwill ebb and flowthrough cries of ecstasy. It's a primal needhow our bones...
"As a seventeen year old… She really turned me on."
My niece Cynthia came to visit us for a month every summer. I was the “cool” aunt even though I was nearly three times her age. That summer would perhaps be the last visit since she had turned seventeen and...
"Overdosing on chemical dependency can be a very good thing"
Purring growls of groans shoot through helpless veinsSeduction filled needles of ecstatic premonitionStrawberry fields of skin prickles Plasma boils, cells expand, cravings uncoil lethal lengthsSlithering need tickles the tight chasm of my throatLips aquiver with unquenchable thirst Heat scalds and blackens, wrinkles and...
"The fires of lust never really leave us."
Sitting alone in the booth, Mickey was having lunch and reading the newspaper. Mickey was a quiet man, well read and confident in himself. He owned a small but profitable company. You could say that Mickey met life on his...
"Sometimes the opposite of heat is distance"
Mesquite fires of the forbiddenIgnite a sizzling plancha of blended lust.Fantasies in every fervent flavor meld spicily,Swirl in imagination-whisked synchronicity,A burner in its brightest blue-blazed bloomFeeds the rolling boil of a purloined elixir.Percolates liquid delirium into savory steamI groan with...
