Sex
https://medium.com/media/813f805e46d3aa93f29706f0dc7add53/href You’re my liquid ecstasyMy sexual nectar My femme fataleMy insatiable pleasureYou’re my fever And when I think of the many nightsyou cried yourself to...
Part three: Amalfi It was five thousand miles and five centuries from home. Mountains and sea, steep streets and red tile roofs. Beaches bracketed by...
Guns, God, and “good ol’ boys” — the United States evokes a certain image. With liberal coasts divided by a broad band of socially conservative states,...
Don’t let me give in until you decide I feel the cold steel of the handcuffs. It contrasts with the fluffy fuzziness adorning the hard...
It was a blustery Saturday afternoon when Lem said goodbye to his friend and neighbor Eric at the country club where they often hung...
How do I define desire from eyes I cannot see? As they are locked in ecstasy. Built up frustration oozing from limbs wound tight...
A poetry tale of love Hesitation, oh! The kind that shook us both,secretive stares, want andhow it melted our pores I still remember the first timeour...
It was past 9pm. Lem and his wife were in bed but they were far from wanting to retire for the night. Gloria sat with...
Pledge yourself to my sermon My photo: detail of Silver Street Studios mural I’m your altar kneel before me pledge your devotion fall into damnation let me be your deity...
I can’t say the guys in the neighborhood didn’t warn me about the “rogue” housewife. It wasn’t just that Stacy had a tuft of...
