July 1822... Percy Shelley had been reckless ignoring the storm warnings, and the violent squall would not be outrun. Moments before tumultuous waves engulfed the Don Juan and its sailors, Percy shoved a book of Keat's poems into his pocket. Most appropriately, poetry would be this Romantic poet's last thought before his death on that fateful day. Adding to the trauma of their loved ones, the uncaring sea wouldn't spit th...

The heat escalating between my thighs woke me. "Percy?" Yes, my love.  "Mmmm. Please don't stop what you're doing to me." I spread my legs wider while knowing he had access regardless. I'm starving, Carolyn! Feed me your sexual energy! I lay in bed growing hotter by the minute, kicking the sheets off my perspiring body. He was arousing all my most sensitive parts at once, driving me towards that glorious edge I had come t...

As I climbed over the railing, he caught on to my intentions. Carolyn ... wait ... what are you doing? You cannot swim! "I can't spend the rest of my life like this, Percy." Gathering all the courage within me, I decided to face Death and peered down at the rushing water below. Tears stained my cheeks as I released my grip on the railing. No! I forb- The sting of the icy water cut through his last word to me. ~ooOoo~ One...