Lucia shakes her hair of raven hue; Those silky Tuscan tresses that the sun adores. They dance about her shoulders in the breeze And revel in her honey scented way. Each step she takes adorns the view And every gesture lends her charm to all. Her touch is living flame, her winsome eyes beguile, As supple shoulders catch the morning light. Each day I see her grace the pebbled shore, Where, with glistening skin and shaded...

  A dragonfly’s wing Rolling amongst brittle leaves; A plaything of the wind, That uncouth and awkward child.   -          The Canticle of Menkeret.       “Menkeret is a kindly god. He is lord of all mysteries, certainly, and the source of all magic, but he is a benevolent deity foremost of all. Invoke him in your hour of need. He is the door of all subtleties and through subtlety we might best understand him. His emanati...

Morose and unkind, Unfeeling, unheeding, blind; The winds laugh and moan; Unknowing, unknown.- The Canticle of Menkeret ***************************** Night. I am alone in my cell in the house of Heshuzius. I am one of his possessions; a thing to be used, like a ladle. Or so he thinks. But I am no ladle, I am a sword, I am a rod of iron. Heshuzius does not know me, nor do any of these Darrakhai. I am a thing as foreign to...

The sword says swiftly What the brush takes time to say. As the years go by, The sword’s words are forgotten While the brush’s words live on.- The Canticle of Menkeret.………………………………………………..The ropes dig into my wrists but I feel no pain. I face the setting sun across a boundless sapphire sea but I am only vaguely conscious of the marvelous beauty before me. I am naked but clothed in resignation. I am hungry but know intuit...

  O nymph, o goddess of the shore, Let the sun’s light last a moment more, That I may, for a moment’s space, Admire the beauty of your face, That I may gaze into your eyes, Where the fire of your passion lies, That I may see your tousled locks Framed here against the sea washed rocks. O let me watch a moment more The tender features I adore. The sun is gone, the day has passed And on the world a shadow’s cast, But no mere...

  Sweetly scented summer flowers Fill my sleepless, silent hours With their whispered, honeyed stories That tell of love and all its glories. One night the flowers spoke of you; They told of beauty shining through The gloom filled byways of the night With clear epiphanies of light, Of dreaming eyes and luscious lips, Of gorgeous breasts and supple hips, They told of music in your smile And praised your beauty quite some w...

Lisa, Lisa how the fires In my body burn! In the city, after hours, Every time I turn, There I see you, looking sassy In the evening light, Sipping cocktails by the water In your skirt so slight, Black and silky, sequined, shiny, Finer than a dream! Take another sip now baby, Generate some steam! Next I meet you on my corner In the neon glow; Opalescent, iridescent, Makes my juices flow! Later let me take you down to Make...

  Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me . I had seen that smile before; it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one.The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. Sh...

 10:00 pm   So there we both were on the London Underground; our faces luridly painted, our bodies clad in black satin and lace, in leather and tartan, in silver and steel. I had never looked like that in my life but since having met Tamsin, my life had changed. I had learned to live for the moment, to dwell in the present, to savour its possibilities and to delight in the full range of sensations that constitute being al...

Friday 6:30 pm   Drinks with the lads was great; a weekly rite of relaxation and male bonding. But all good things should come to an end. Not that the employees of   the respected law firm of Marmaduke, Daintree and Partners ever let their Friday drinking get out of hand, but the time inevitably came to call it a day and to say good night.   After the lads had bid me goodbye, I stepped out into the street and headed home....

  I hugged her as she wrapped her arms firmly around my shoulders. I then felt her legs clench around me and she rested her head against my chest. I slipped my hands under her thighs and picked her up; fully appreciating what supple, long legs she had. As I took her to the bedroom, my still hard cock bounced joyfully up against her wet pussy. There was something deeply satisfying about that moment; at the command of primo...

  “I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice; not remarkable in London , and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone.  ...

    Making love to Kayla was the last thing I was expecting on this, Loretta’s last night in town but, as Kayla and I entered the house after our sweet little liaison in the garden, I was in for quite a surprise…………..     Jade spoke first; looking up from behind Ulrich’s blond head. She seemed a little embarrassed but only for a moment,   “Come and join us guys,” she said huskily.   Next to Jade, her husband Zane was seem...

  Although the night divides us And I am far from you,  You do have one companion, The moon, within your view. Serene she glows above you And watches while you sleep, I tell her that I love you, Imploring that she keep Her gentle hand upon you And bathe you in her light Until the sun, returning, Restores you to my sight, My love, my gentle fire, My joy and my desire.  

  Once, in the realm of sweet oblivion; That vast empire of half forgotten dreams, I saw a girl with eyes of pale vermillion Dancing amidst the soft moonbeams.   Upon the pure and silken sands she danced; Her feet kissed gently by the breaking waves, Holding the breeze in awe, the stars above entranced, Making all mortal men her slaves.   Deep in the languid heart of night she glides Across the boundless obsidian plain. T...