"Beauty comes from within..."
From out of the Mists She comes like a dream A living, breathing fantasy If you know what I mean. Flowing, long wavy hair Kind of reddish in hue Cute button nose Eyes of cerulean blue. Long, elegant neck To high,...
"Words I love to hear..."
Whisper to me softly As you hold me close Sweet gentle words of love The ones I love to hear the most Cradle my head Against your warm chest As I lay within your arms The place I love the...
"They share a summer romance on the ocean waves."
My parents have owned their house on the beach in sunny Southern California since before I was born. My dad, a successful doctor, and my mom, the civil lawyer, had always dreamed of living on the beach. When they bought...
"After Jessie and Sue's office interlude, the boss catches them in the act."
Sue and I were starting to catch our breath from our office session when suddenly someone started knocking on the door. “Jesse! You’re late to your meeting with me! What in the hell was all of that noise coming from...
"It was the perfect spot..."
The Perfect Place Moon casts its glow Upon the sand And the waves come and go As we stroll upon the shore Our hands entwine I couldn't love you more Leaving imprints in the sand As we walk together Heart...
"A small poem about a compass"
Life is a thirty two point compass, all heading in different ways. You make the choices that you do and live like this your days. Each decision leads another thirty two, because you can always then go back. But the...
She cuts through me like glass. She thinks to love is not to live. My nerves are exposed, I feel them twitch and ache. She cloaks herself in a dark shroud, Masked and hidden from the world. I wish I...
"Complex webs of affection."
I could hear them.Touching. Moaning. Kissing. Fucking. Through the walls, I could hear them so clearly. In the darkness I lay alone in his bed, listening to every move made just outside the door. There was a single candle on...
"Can he resist his desire for the young nurse taking care of his dying wife?"
When they entered the kitchen, Max touched Rosie's shoulder then bent over and kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes and look up at him. “Tomorrow is our thirty-seventh anniversary, dear.” Max sat down on the chair next to her...
"Can he resist his desire for the young nurse taking care of his dying wife?"
The shrill sound of the tea kettle shattered Max’s reverie. He was remembering when he and Rosie met thirty-eight years ago. Sighing deeply, he looked down at the yellow mug and remembered the vision of the two of them rowing...
