I like how-- --I like how you're made. I like all the slopes on your body. I like how it bends. I like how it bends-and bends --- back. I like how it arches. I like how it twists -- twists in glory-- --and spasms, while you're arching your back. I love-- --I love the--underside -of your breast I like its curve. I love your brownish-pinkish button Perched on top --like the cherry on the sundae. --like the queen of your mou...

There is a woman... She has a husband. He is handsome, she is beautiful. They are in love. She comes home from workand with silence, closes behind her the door. And out of the darknessthere comes a hand that slithers over her mouth. And a whisper: "Honey, you're home." His voice a familiar comfort,He kisses her neck, The voice continues,"My love...I have missed you dearly." A smile curvesbeneath his fingers. This is her l...

The angels descended on Rome in the dead of winter. Three of them – forsaken, pale and naked creatures arriving in the black night like falling silver stars.Sophrosyne watched the heavenly bodies approach with a shiver. She had seen angels before, but these were different – they made an uneasiness crawl in her bones. There was something ragged about them. Something broken and awful. When the angels landed at the temple st...