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Song of Myself

I felt hands touching me. Strong masculine hands, soft feminine hands and I didn't care one bit!

I was excited! More excited than I could ever remember having been in my whole life. After more than fifty years of existing in a life of pleasing my husband, family, relatives, friends and keeping up a facade of an ordinary working woman and mother, I wa...

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The Desires of the Goddess Adelaide Part 1

The Goddess thinks of Her slave, as he takes a slut of his own....

It was early afternoon and she sat at her dresser. “Perhaps I have fallen a little,” thought the Goddess Adelaide as she traced the angle of his jaw on the sepia print before her with a blood red finger nail. His dark eyes were fixed on something far away...

Black Bottle Blues

A new way to cope

I never really planned on spending my last few hours on this fucked up planet in another pub, an empty .45 colt on the dark cherry wood of the bar, a half drunk bottle of whiskey shining in the dim light, five years sober down the can. The bartender had n...

Frankenstein's lover

In gothic boudoirs throughout the land, monsters are created from the corpses of former lovers

Break the sod and shovel through the wormy loam Crack the casket lid and take my lover home Cut away the flesh and sinew, hack the bone Slap the slab and pierce the jigsaw till it's sewn * Search the hallowed ground, a stone, a memory Then dig for death,...

Midnight Lovers: The Cemetery (2)

She Smiled at the touch of Jasper's lips. Starting to get damp already.

(This is more like a build-up for chapter three, seeing as though I have neglected you guys, Chapter 3 will be here soon, I had intended it the be a really big chapter 2 but the would be over 5000 words... so it will this will be a little tease for my rea...

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Rose

Inspired by the erotic art of Lucinda Lyons.

Fair Rose of all seasons; Long enamored of you, The sun searches the daytime Then searches anew, Vainly hoping to snare you In his gossamer light. The stars in their towers All relish the sight Of your dark eyes gleaming And the glint of your smile. Forsa...

Lucy Rises

An unexpected and longed-for reunion . . .

I thought they buried you in the snowLast winter-- but, pray, was that me?Curious, how I’ve nowhere to go,But pace the graves at half past three:Mysterious ‘tis, where goes my mindThese bleary days since I spied you last;It seems I’m cloistered from my ki...

Her Portrait

Inspired by the work of Lucinda Lyons with a nod to Swinburne.

In a chamber suffused with emotion By the light of innumerable dawns, In a house betwixt forests and ocean, Where the briar rose bristles with thorns; There hangs her portrait in splendour, In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown, In lines both violent and t...

O Spirit, My Lover

Dedicated to Sweetness, the spirit of which I speak.

Fiendish winds and unrelenting rainsAssail my oaken doorWith icy hands and iron chains,They chill me to my coreAnd mar the solemn peace of midnight,Veiling the autumn moon.Without the gentle moonlightDespair descends, too soon.Lining my inner chamber,Old...