Always and forever Stories

Sitting on his lap, I caress his wrinkles. The sprinkles of rust That line his skin. They tell a story, Only I can see. Of how the boy he once was, Became the man of my dreams His vessel has withered But his soul shines through. The crow's feet that linger, Round his baby blues. Time seems abundant, Until it is not. I kiss him with passion, And savour his rot. I don't know how much, Of his love is left. I tear off his clo...

Our first date was really more like our twentieth. We had spent so much time together during and after rehearsals and then during the run of the show that it seemed odd to call it our first. Still, dinner and a movie were standard fare, and I made sure to do it right. I had dressed in a nice pair of black slacks that I had picked up at Saks a few months prior but had rarely worn, with a blue button-up shirt, and bought a...

In my slumber I remember Dark as the night With a flicker of light. ~•°•~ Your scent of musk Wafted at dusk I can't be fooled That's overruled. ~•°•~ I felt your presence It may be no sense You're nowhere near But I felt you here. ~•°•~ The bed depressed A spot that's best Only for you There'll be no one new. ~•°•~ Your darkened gaze Beneath the haze Watched me sleep Dreaming in the deep. ~•°•~ You held my hand With our p...