I thought I saw ‘the one who left too soon’. (I call him that to separate my thoughts, Of those amongst the living with his name.) He spoke but once, inquiring of my life, Just like him, to think of others first, And not to tire the listener with himself, His petty cares, his grumbles, or his pains. “I lived for you as well,” I told him, “I made each moment count because I knew, Four score and ten are not bestowed on all....
Near closing time on a rare, rainless Cornish evening, I wander toward the shop where you work, unable to explain how I got here other than transport by sheer longing. The same compulsion told me where to find you in this village across the sea. A display window's counterfeit moonbeams stripe the dark sidewalk in front of my destination. Tongue-tied with grief and hope, I push the door open and step under clean fluorescen...
My name is Jamie Laker, and you may know of my four crime novels. I am twenty-seven years old now, but this story is mainly about Simon Curton from the time we were nineteen, entering the second year at Argoyne Academy of Creative Arts. You will soon see how crucial that timing was. Many of the incidents will be hearsay, adapted from what Simon told me later. Argoyne Academy provided three major areas of study. I took the...
My lust for you exceeds the limits of my mind and body. Wanting to fulfill your every desire and whim.My love for you exceeds anything even remotely divine.Burning cold tears of sorrow whenever your heart bleeds. My heart racing with every mental touch, I almost disembody.Words ordered from the whip, executed with brim.My every fiber aching to melt with yours, complete in line.Building and releasing sexual tension between...
