Chapter Two Rose O’Toole Part 1 Dark circles shadowed Rose O’Toole’s green eyes. Three worrisome weeks at a boarding house in New York’s notorious Five Points section left Rose with fingernails gnawed down to nubs. On that April morn, she tied her long, auburn hair into a neat bun, bundled her few possessions in a sack and bid farewell to the boarding house, praying never to return. The streets of New York stank of such r...

The Bordunes Morning, Mid-April 1882 Chapter One Lorelei Langley Part 1 On an unseasonably balmy April morning in Manhattan, a young woman in a peach colored satin dress made her way down Fifth Avenue. Catching her reflection in the window of a hat shop, Lorelei Langley paused to admire herself. After looking around to ensure no one was nearby, she leaned closer to her reflection and opened her cashmere shawl to reveal a...

here, now,in the smoky magic of dreams,i call your true name. come to me.let us sing of the faithfulness of desire,need never sated, the precise moment that I am completely undone by the spell of your body on mine.each moment of revealing still mysterious,still full of secrets.my soul is unraveled and the stars fall gently as you pour yourself into me and call my name. you are everything.....

An eye for that which rates above The rarest art that moves the soul Beholding that deserving grand I have such vision, I am such man. Forsaken eye, which does not see The fairest frames or curtaining I'm blinded not for my remiss But lack of lace and gleaned bodice. Nor that the fore is all I miss The dearth it carries on The eyes tear near to misery Accoutrements are none to see. A glimpse of promise from beneath Reveri...

Here we are againStanding in your roomA breath apartWithout a word you consumeI lick my lip and take you inTattooing you in my mindYou reach and touch meQuickly I unwindI move to kiss youYou instantly possess my mouthLosing all practical thoughtMy hands are moving southOur shirts are first to goDropped in a pile on the floorBoth of us losing our controlYou push me up against the doorI'm lost in your kissYou've stolen all...

I saw you today. For a moment, it was fleeting. Our eyes didn't meet, and then you slipped away. Your lyrical voice just keeps repeating But I can never remember what you would say. Each time this happens, you wear a mask. But you remain timeless to the core. Keeping me within sights is an unnerving task. Dragging memories in my mind to the fore. I shiver, and I could swear I felt you. But each time I turn, you are never...

I know you have the needFor me to take the leadSatisfaction is our creedYour cries I do not heedMy stories you want to readAbout our sexual greedSweat forms a beadDesire leaves bodies keyedInhibitions don't impedeWhen I do the dirty deedWhite, Asian, Ebony, SwedeI know do you have the needMy thrusts reach top speedYou long to feel my seedYou climax as you pleadWe have done the deed

For years you've listened quietly To desires in your mind You've wondered all along If you'd ever find That person that would take your handAnd free your lonely beast  The catalyst of your life The one to set you free Baby, I'm here to tell you.. your catalyst is me I will the one.. the one to bring you out Walking hand in hand into unchartered route Together we'll explore Your wicked curiosities Open up your mind  To all...