Achilles walked along the beaches of Troy. Fury seethed from every pore of his being, how dared Paris do this to him? He closed his eyes and dreamed of Paris, his tender touch, his gentle kisses. His fear was that Hector and his father would discover what...
He wants to save me With his sweetness Envelope me In the warmth of his love He sees a bird, rare A broken wing A hidden spirit Lost Caught in the fear Of possible flight With his prayers And the touch of his hands An infusion of his spirit Th...
February bought the painting on a Monday. On Tuesday she wondered whether it was suffering from moisture damage, and made a note to take it back to the painter for tips. On Wednesday she realized that she was dealing with something very, very odd, and hel...
Samhain Night The night air chills. Northern leaves glow golden and fall with the sun. Our nipples stiffen and touch sensually before our lips join. Our fire-dance is nigh, my sister. The scent of damp and decaying leaves fill the air, as the nights short...
Eros Innana By Bethany Frasier (via Calliope) From Sapphic Tales, the Innana cycleThe song of love has echoed long A chorus through the ages And bards have offered words enough To fill a million pages From harlots moans to poets rhymes The chorus has been...
All Greece hates Helen of Troy The azure of her eyes Embedded In a stone face The length of an outstretched hand Delicate To be kissed The lure of heart shaped lips With up turned corners Inherently hers To be given Like prized gifts At her w...
While sweeping the hallway, or emptying the trash cans, or making sure the bathrooms had paper towels and toilet paper, Orrin thought about Emily. So what if I’m the janitor and she’s a lawyer’s personal assistant, I’m just as good as anyone who works at...
There once was a lonely SatyrWho went searching for nymphs to woo. He went to a glen, to a groveAnd met a precious Alseid.She tossed him away and left himWithout any hope of true love.He traveled up hill to a valeWhere an Auloniad had been,But she never a...
The nymph lay in the crook of my armSexed, spent, content and wet,We lay together on her winter’s capeAmidst the sweet tangy smell of sex and sweat. First had come the merry chase,Past her trees and into the glen.Then the capture, kissing, the hearty fuck...
