Michael 10 Nov 2011 She Caught Me The Little Head Grows Up. The real problem with being a teenage male is having two heads, and no matter what the big one is thinking, the little one has his own opinion and wants to grow up to be the big head. Making matters worse, the little head picks the absolute worst times to grow. Your math teacher is an old spinster and your classmates are immature girls that spend the hour passing notes to each other; but little head doesn’t care, he pops...
Michael 8 Nov 2011 Through Our Eyes #2 The voyeurs meet, but do not recognize... Her Monday Day Two It is hot; steam swirling around my body like moist silk fabric. I lie there, my body stripped of any covering, as my arms remain held over my head by some invisible force; my legs spread, my womanhood open and wanton. Yet, as I lie here, I am without fear; I feel a hunger, an emptiness, a need to be filled. He is there, in the dark. I can feel his presence, and I try to find him, the mist and darkness...
Michael 24 Oct 2011 Through Our Eyes #1 The first day, voyeuristic passions erupt. Her SundayDay One "Sí, lo quiero", that said, the flat was mine. The furnished flat was perfect, just off Plaza Traginers in Barcelona's Gothic quarter, a few minutes walking distance from the excitement of La Rambla, yet the area was still quiet. The Gothic Cathedral was quite nearby and I could relish an intriguing view of the Roman walls from the delightful terrace off the master, from which I could also enjoy the cool...
Michael 23 Oct 2011 Silent Loud For my first love... The room is darkeerie shadows cast upon moonlit wallsThe sound of windand of sleepers down the hallThrough closed windowsI sense the moonlight glancing off of gliding cloudsI close my eyesit seems to quiet the silent loudMy mind slipsthen begins the long fallinto the spinning corridorswhere our love is the lawI do not feel the hopelessnessof a man in ripping tidesfor though I fallI know you're there, always by my sideI se...
Michael 22 Oct 2011 Invisible Admirer I re-found a lady I had seen several years before and sent her this as an email. Bella Hello Again, I do hope this email reaches you...We have met before, but it was long ago and surely you don't remember. I watched you, admiring your beauty and grace, your accent attracting me, abstracting me, yet noting that your companions seem to relish your thoughts. I couldn't help but notice your movements were feline, smooth as a panther. It struck me you must be a dancer, ballerina or some gifted athlete. You...