The days grow shorter, the heat turned lukewarm and the outcome’s been chosen.  The embers glow passionately, more seldom, only on the occasion an errant breeze is spoken.  The ashes caught in the wind, caught up in the cooling effect of the daily this and that, so and so, and to and fro…as reasons to […]

I found love. It sprouted atop the trees. My new top priority, she, caught me with her latin mami, steez. Sun touched, at ease, swinging through the leaves, arm in arm, twisting up the vines. A touch of the divine. We hopped from branch to branch, stepping in motion, keeping the same time. Two birds […]

The pride, tentatively, walked to the water’s edge to lap up a cool drink on a hot night.  Breaking the calm, water thrashed about, reaching forward, pushed by the violence, the spray lashed out in all directions.  Each animal instinctively reacted, as taut muscles sprung each escape.  Missing it’s mark, the waters gathered back over the croc as […]

“The Before” is just as good as “the After.” But “the Before” is all for “the After.” And “the Before” doesn’t exist if I can’t have “the After.” Following after her lines, tracing my fingertips across her shoulders, my hands move down her back before her thighs. And the kissing of her neck, then shoulders, and […]

A beautiful, blue sky day. A few clouds smiled, Nodding as they floated away. The waves fell onto the shore. Glissing notes in harmony, Hooked on the feeling, wanting more. She looked up at me and said… Be my lazy Sunday afternoon. Cool your troubled mind, Surrender willingly. Everything’s here you’ll find, Hold me closely. […]

Tasting it on the air. Smelling it on the wind. I see it in her eyes. Escaping from her skin. Filling me up. Red rising level. Her neckline flush. Her hair disheveled. Her hand glides. The bloodlust overtaking me. I close my eyes. The scent saturating the olfactory. Holding me in position. I hear the […]

The snowmelt covered the city sidewalks and filled in the porous surface, as it ran off the edges and down the sides.  She walked the city streets in her heeled, Mary Janes, straight legged in the early evening, while observing the overhanging lights of a winter wonderland.   Spying the club down the street, she […]

There lives an artist, I think, that if we ever should meet, I would assume she walks down extraordinary streets, painted with vivid brush strokes and cobbled stones, traversed day and night by hard-bottom feet.  The exterior expression of a beautiful soul, found in emotionally weighty subjects fantastically told.  Her body wrapped exquisitely in poetry […]