The evening breeze, wafting over orange blossomMixed with the aroma of blackcurrant leavesThe birds and the bees, in midst of garden’s bosomA gift for you, a spray of freshly-cut sweet peas The thyme and the rosemary, oregano and tarragonA herbarium of lo...
Little yellow trumpet,Defiant lest frost encroachesGarden whore, lemon strumpetNodding gaily, as spring approaches Narcissus, you vainly watchThrough my window – a looking glassIn your bed, she’s another notchSmiling petals, as bold as brass Betwixt the s...
A boisterous crowd of eight, sexy, young ladies entered the elevator I was riding down to the lobby in. They were all in their mid-twenties, dressed in skin tight, little black dresses, and black stilettos. They were obviously eager to kick off a night of...
It's funny, the way that little things fall, Drops of crystal rain split in haphazard fashion- All things are fragile, no matter how small. A glass of wine shattering in rough hewn passion... Lover's limbs tangle, glittering shards dance On a ruby ocean....
A flock of statues, breathy with instinct, are hiding, bare. Near perfect silence. Sand flows, hands tick, and pass the hours Quick as they are loud. Time is trapped inside this hold, this lair; Sunless, vacant, void; the most important place for flowers....
No depression, That country sound, A true freedom, All mine, all mine. A gypsy smoke filled light in a dark world, A voice in the wilderness, A lone guitar, A lone guitar song, All can sing, And make you cry, Don’t call it nothing, It keeps you sane, No d...
Sweet summer bouquet drifting o'er warm breeze, Pastel colours of every hue, my senses they do teaseAngels dancing on unseen clouds, the fluffy seeds disperseWafting to some distant meadow, among the Shepherd's purse The blossom bursts forth, born of the...
Putting out the hand I hear a buzzing reaching for the night stand eyes half closed and blurry Looking for the phone pushing things off as I search, where is the damn phone? I realize it next to the pillow where I had left it as I had fell asleep reading...
Walking deftly through the grassy wood, I leave the world of men behind; let fall my hair in cascading waves- let fall my gown of floating silk. I freely flit about as pale Diana, seeking maidens to attend my desire. And so I pick a blooming flower- Be it...
Daydreaming on my swing I never want to leave My head is in the clouds I'm caught up in your sweet Thinking of wonderful Thinking of love Thinking what's possible As doves woo above I hear a bee buzzing It reminds me of you I close my eyes lightly And y...
Honey Bee What do you see? Roses, Dahlias and Poppies Busy Bee flies above, stingers out, buzzing lust To which flower, will you give your love Her fragrance calls you in the breeze Soft and pink, you see Sweet Pea Sweet calls to you in flirty fun Shrinki...
What the fuck was I thinking last night? Shane was upset with himself for the way he ended his night. In his inebriated stupor, he decided not to have sex with Chelsie in fear of things moving too quickly with her. But after several trips down memory lane...
When I woke up this morning after a good night's sleep I looked over where you fell asleep. I knew you went to work that morning but not to my shock I see a rose and a note. It reads: “Kitten, I will be working really late tonight. I don’t expect you to w...
I was looking over this story again and should have just made it one part. I've made some changes to it and tried to piece it together as one story. I hope you enjoy the updated version of 'Unexpected Night'! I'm gonna tell you a little bit about myself r...
