What’s her name? Simple question from mother to son – recognizing the love-lifted joy of his countenance. I cannot tell, said he, you’ll ask too
Category: relationships
Sexy Sailed
Born brilliant, and good looking, he had me dancing, fevered – red cat woman, I am porcelain, prisoner, cup fishing, long to explore dark words
Family Portrait
Did you know that life would come to this? Flattened memories pressed between wax, the essence of our efforts forgotten, the dreams, so carefully construed,
Hungering
How can we speak of desire when needs, unmet ravage our sense of survival – we’ll regret this wanton display – flames subside but hunger
Role Models
When Scarsdale failed, she resorted to corsets, and girdles – trussed up like a teabag – sucked in her bits, hair a touch too red,
Lies
When their hot tongues lie, I cry bitter milk – time can rip at friendly water, blow him from my sea, though his shot a
