“A, or B,” I sat in the darkened room, and her breath caressed my ear as she leant forward “I’m not sure,” I replied, not an entirely honest answer but I was enjoying the intimacy of the moment, and it was partly a reluctance to move on and partly a certain hesitancy over the correct answer. “Let’s try again, A, or B,” her hair brushed against my cheek, and I could feel her warm breath again. I pushed back against the rig...

Music on my fingertips,Her perfume on my tongue,There are so many verses,Waiting to be sung.She brings sunshine in a bottle,Everywhere she goes,The Beatles - Aristotle,A Dandelion - A Rose.Eric Clapton - Leonard Cohen,She's Layla and Suzanne,She brings me tea and oranges,And spice from Pakistan.She brings philosophy and trinkets,From China and Japan,Chants and prayers from India -Proverbs from Charlie Chan.We lay on the g...

I come to you hungry for the view of your lines,Thirsting for every spring-ripening-scent of you.I come with a yearning for your perfection, your Awe,Awakened in your presence, I am vibrant, vigorous.Your ample succulent swales entrance me.I am you, here, and you me. We are one.Your accepting embrace nourishes my every cell.The holds could unfold forever, it would never be enough.You kiss my ears with your lyrical jewels...

Whispered notes upon your shirtSpeaking of my touch Murmurs linger on the sheetsReminders of our lust Our passions of the night beforeTrace my name in air Your lips again pressed to my neckSo warm beneath my hairEach hint of scent a mentionBringing me to mind My presence in my absenceAn aura left behind Soft, yet with such powerYou feel me in your arms Telling you I love youEven when I’ve gone With you so completelySilenc...

May I Love You? May I stop here before you, And linger a while? May I ask you to dance, And get a big smile? May I reach for you gently, Your palm now in mine? May I place my hand here, Right at your side? May we step so very slowly, then quickly like this? May we speak in hot tango, Our moving, sweet bliss? May I dare to catch you, And hold you like this? May your legs tease my body To a feverish pitch? May my feet follo...

The three of them were inseparable. Celia, Camaire and Crystal. They were known among the girls in school as the 3 C's because of their names. Among the guys, they were known as the 3 C's because of their C-cup breasts. The sixteen year olds did everything together, and it was no different that spring night of the senior party. They loved to get ready together. "How do you girls think I look tonight?" Crystal Stevens turn...