I can taste so much in your skin, the faint sweetness in the dusk wind,the tears you've shed in secret,a memory of soft earth and honeysuckleand your natural mysterious nectar. The fleshy pearl beckoning,already swollen with anticipationjust from the heat of an exhaled breath,nerves forever tuned to my quiet proximity. You had to have known thenhow much I wanted you. Such feral warmth answerswith a glistening slit parting...

We're on a dim rooftop at a high point in the city. Far below, the lights and signs glow in the distance like tiny needlepoints and vague neon rainbows. We're alone now, slipping away from a party. Everyone else either went to the street or balconies. I choose this out of impulse against my often calculated nature.  The wind is cold and steady. I brush strands of auburn tinged hair from your face and you giggle, both beca...

You wanted the words to haunt you,to give you something to hold on to,but I say it all in secrets,our own codes in the skin becausethe most careful intricacies betweenlovers often remain unseen In the damp dark long after this course of fire has ran,has left us to smolder,it has to mark beneaththe flesh to mean something. So you could still hold on to me whilethe grips of another's fever pushes inside,answers and ravages...

Winter has a different meaning for us,it reaches and enfolds you and Ilike some whisper between loversmaking our covenants in the dark,unafraid of what may pierce the heart. You remember how to open after a whileand I've known you in all seasons,spring rain on fingertips when you first touched my cheek softly as if I'd somehow break. Summer heat searing poreswhen our lips first metin the city and I was alreadylost in the...

It wasn't a sin to love you,only when I tried to let go. Didn't listen to the passagessaying we burn from lust and these fleeting fires don't make a difference in the end. Can't take the flame with youafter we say goodbye here. I'll still forever carry with me the rush in one cold dark night,the hush of your body openingto enfold me in human warmth,into a clenching core where I would never be the same again. We didn't hav...

It is not the cry of a cold windor raw light beginning to bloom,reaching to touch your bodywhere the imperceptible hasfound a way to speak through flesh. To speak beyond a hand craving and forever reaching into the ether. It is a sound more unmistakeable,what I imagine is the musicof a soul being made and unmadeonly to be tethered together again. And it seems to begin as allquiet intimacies between two do,it briefly illum...

This is Sue’s story of her loss of virginity. Twins are involved. This a story can be read in conjunction with a” Bisexual” story titled - Jan And Sue’s Affair Begins At The Beach. I was seventeen and was studying in a boarding school and did not have much experience with guys beyond a bit of touching and kissing. I had a few experiences with girls who had encouraged me to join them in bed after lights out and we masturba...

The night would soon falland it could be the last timemy hands roam your body. It always begins without words,the chilly wind through your hair,fleeting sunlight through those silk spindles,a nearly still frame of concentrated fireburning in separate beautiful strands. A murmur rises from somewhere within that flame as my hands cup your soft face like the shape of a glowing tear when I moved in to taste your neck and reac...

And I can already feel the summer pulling away,soft and slowly like a lover receding into the night,into a darkness that can no longer be touched,where the heat in our blood has given wayto something like a hidden river of ichor. And maybe I'm still waiting for you there,to be enfolded and linked forever. And in that first touch it was too early to tellif it was meant to be a confessionor some kind of hidden promise to se...

I want to describe the place,where you think I amafter we've made love and our beings are spent. Your fingertips slowly roam across my bare chest insuch a gentle way that contraststhe way you raked before. And the afterburn is little morethan nerves torched and suppressing screams,I suppose such invoked violences are this quietand I'm taken back to a coast you knew nothing about. I'm back there alone watching the dark tid...

If only I could map it out just once,I'm certain you would finally know. Because I can tilt your chin and name every light in the skywhen the night falls and we're leftwith nothing but glows that are the equivalent of temporarilyethereal ghostly glows. I could name them all and tell youthat beauty does not last forever,not in the ways humans chart itwith a desperate nostalgia for beforerather than holding what we have now...

The sweet and salt of another,although already evaporated from bare skin,still remains a ghost of DNA between us,and I wonder if you can still feel it. Some difference between the fires,if you still burn where lips explored before or if you still tremble where mine were imprintedin the kind of unforgiving blaze you've craved. Maybe it's different for me. Where everything was once so invasivebecause it had a name and a pro...

I was close to you for so long and it was only through words at first,and to know I'm forever puncturedby something not made of skin or steel,to be torn from different wombsand always feel that you neverentirely left its fleshy darkness. It was something in your every shadowthat reached to touch me the most. I don't care what that says about me. I'll meet you in that nocturnal meadow one day. We don't have to name it yet....