July 1822... Percy Shelley had been reckless ignoring the storm warnings, and the violent squall would not be outrun. Moments before tumultuous waves engulfed the Don Juan and its sailors, Percy shoved a book of Keat's poems into his pocket. Most appropriately, poetry would be this Romantic poet's last thought before his death on that fateful day. Adding to the trauma of their loved ones, the uncaring sea wouldn't spit th...

  The death of passion, cruel and sharp.  Back into my memories,  it’s terrifying.  The bitterness brings too much sorrow.  All my soul within me, punished.  The aching want within me, looking, Retreats to my memories, craving.  On that day my soul grew hungry, It threw its ghost against the grief.  While I pondered, smashed and shaken, Mind straying to my lusty affliction.  The ambrosial addiction aching, The wailing gri...

Eyes open, another breath escapes, another morn.Although alone, I know you've been here all along.I breathe you in like a long drag off a cigarette.I stubbornly refuse to exhale.I love to feel you like chemicals inside,Soaking through my skin,to saturate my being,Let it burn and burn, so I know that I'm alive in flight.Persuade me to believe like I always have,To tear myself open and let you see within,The open book, shar...

Chapter Seventeen Mac woke up to an empty bed and felt discombobulated for a moment. Then, he grabbed his phone and saw that it was only 5:30 a.m. “Grace?” When no reply came, he got out of bed and wandered into the living room. There she was with a cup of tea in her hands while staring intently at her laptop. “Babe? What are you doing up so early?” he asked. “Oh, sorry. I hope I didn’t wake you. I’m just rearranging the...

Chapter Nine Marcus Stewart sat at the head of his dining room table. It had been eons since both of his children, McKinley and Aislyn, had been present at this table, and now, they were joined by his son’s new wife, Grace. He couldn’t help but be impressed that McKinley had chosen a woman who was not only gorgeous and intelligent but one who seemed to be able to hold her own even in this dysfunctional house. He was only...

Flaming angels of spring weave a pastoral tapestryO’er the sleepless, meadowed minds,Entreating the burning softness of summer;Freedom, resurrected in its breath,When warmly winds lick the searching facesInhaled ‘neath the rapture of its tongue. Passion seasons fruit for its victims,Nestled in pain of unrewarding sympathy;Passion is pain when my aching visions ripenTo capture a beckoning of soft-winged flight,In a galaxy,...

I burn,to sip the shadowsthat drip from your quivering lips,inhale the scent of your nightshadeand taste your orgasms,exploding upon my tonguesmoke and whispers,draw me into the narcotic miststhat wreath your libido,slide your fingers into my hair,pull me towards my passionwith eyes screaming debaucheryslake my undying thirstin the scented streams of your sweetest cream'til the walls shake in your crescendoand the chains...

  My tastes growl with animalistic fervora primal poised to pouncestalking the sweltering purgatorythat lies between shadows and lustwhere I hunt youpredator eyes paining your skinin shivers of primordial poetryas my wicked tongue salivatesfor the sinuous curves of your carnal fleshfight or notwe both know you desire the rope lil` girlI shall bind youeach knot stripping you bareuntil your ego runs freewithin the depths of...

Car engine hums, the sound reverberates through her body as they race along... Lana casts a wicked sexy smile at Evan as she holds the wheel, the car races onwards. Evan's left hand reaches over, strokes the smooth thigh exposed below her short skirt. Tender soft rubs as his hand teases and lingers over her soft, silky thighs. Each rub, every soft tender stroke edging upward along her soft smooth skin. Her clit teased by...