They say it takessome time to healwhen losing love the pain you feelIn biding time you realise it might just takemore thoughts apprisedTo ask myselfwhat did I doto let her downwithout a clueSure, certian thingscome into playbut don't add up to my dismayTo pick apart the scattered cluesand tell myselfthis was no ruseI can't keep trackof all of thesesadistic statisticsand frailtiesBut give it timewith what I knowand tell my...

Turned trillions of times over and over in a meager mind, stunted by nondescript fossils that calcify, atrophy, and made irrelevant by one, grandiose, sweep of her arm. Harsh, cruel contrasts of her chiaroscuro diorama, corralling, reigning in our ordered, sordid attempts at fastening the fetters that kept me bound to her. Gibson Girl hair, coming undone to unloose its uses in her Art Nouveau netting of flowing locks, lur...

Unnecessary barriers erected like dispatches from discarded partings unwelcome at my window. Remorseful, I repair to rooms where I prepare to escape what I've laid bare. Refused musings eliciting remorseful borders, mordant, ordered, conforming to my contortions. Her shelter I seek, affording glimpses of adoration of succour of warm harbour yet seining in latent resignation. In sequestered sequences we retreat, repeatedly...

OfferedHapless plans for glad-handed panhandler. Sifting through frayed remains -- reminders of unravelled travels. This sojourn -- a journey of burned yearning, turning worse, spurned, until I adjourn to her antechamber's lecturn, spilling forth all that is worth to offer what I've pondered, in thoughts begotten and lost to her endgame, star-crossed. ----------------------------------------------------------

tulip petals strewn on forest pathsleading to yesterdays, on loanborrowed for future diversionsthat we forget by default paths of deceptively reflecting mirrorssquarely pointing the blame a requiem for these travelscleave us to these paths reflectively drinking from the poolthat satisfies the thirst of bees

She was out again today. She was sunbathing on the roof across the street from my office window. From the 15th floor, I could look slightly down on her. The nearby buildings, also taller than hers, surely had more gawkers. My seat was just close enough to see her, yet I still remained seated at my desk. A quick look over my shoulder and voila, she was right there, but if my boss popped his head in past my cubicle partitio...

Megan snuggles into me as we walk to the elevator. I contemplate the ramifications of what I'm getting myself into, but she nudges me to stop thinking about it. Remnants of her intoxicating perfume waft up from her face against my chest. As the elevator doors open, she steps in front of me, her back to me, reaches behind to grab my hands, and leads me in. As the doors close, she turns around and we kiss as I back her towa...

Megan draws me further in her web, leaning back on the incline weight bench, her slim, tight legs spreading wide for me. My new secretary nimbly whips into this move with the prowess of a stripper, with wiggling pussy, her feet pointing slightly inward. She lifts up her orange tank-top and shakes her big DD-cup tits at me. Tits that she used to bring this married man's destruction. Tits that made me get an immediate erect...