I’m a pretty quiet guy. Somewhat stealthy you might say. I tend to enter a room soundlessly. Subconsciously I suspect I’m secretly hoping to catch someone up to mischief. Consciously, I know damn well…I’m really hoping for a glimpse of naked flesh. Don’t look at me like that. I know you have the same little secret, don’t you? Last week we were supposed to get hit with a major snowstorm here in New York City. It turned out...

I first saw you walking away Left me staring in your wake Didn’t even know your name And you were off to FLACascade of hair that hid your face Where you stood just empty space Scent that lingered, captivation Or was it my imagination? Easter weekend then I knew This fool, I should have followed you Instead of words, I hesitate Sometimes tomorrow is too lateBut somehow in the dark of night My whispered words just came out...

Lost Chord Chord Listen to the notes Played by the rain Our love, sweet music In each other’s arms we layHer silken curves remind Of the rhythmic melody Our escalating touch plays out Heart pounding symphoniesMovement, grace, serenity A moonlight sonata Feeding song in to my soul Endless passionataShe is my orchestra Soundscapes of sensation Her sex is horns, her smile strings My muse, my inspirationOur love is piano Gent...

First Kiss Hunger… Heart thunders The soft perfect curves of your smile A lipstick paradise... In your eyes: want, need... surrender… I brush a hand softly across your cheek Coaxing you forward, gently, slowly… near Our lips touch, yet barely, tantalizingly… Pressure rising, building An electric fire burns in my soul with delicious heat Lips colliding, teasing, pulling I pull back slowly as I bite gently on your lip… Agai...