“Dot, are we really going to do this?” Holly seemed suddenly unsure as she looked up at the fluorescent purple sign that hung above the door. It read Velvet Verve; it was the bar where, ten years ago, they had met their husbands. “You bet babe… We did not come all this way not to.” “Dot, we only live a couple of miles away.” “That is not the point, Holly. I have not squeezed my big fat frame into this ten-year-old little...

Sometimes, I was your tyger, Pounding obscene, greedy pleas from your hot, clean mouth. Sometimes, I was your guilty lover, Stealing hard groans from your slick depths. Sometimes, I was your appointed tormentor, Imagining your tender cunt crying tears of ecstasy hours after I’d released you. Sometimes, we walked through the rain, Soaked free among the masses entombed by afearing umbrellas. Sometimes, I was your giddy sail...

Do you remember our first night? When you hold me in your arms so tight, Even though the moon wasn't bright, It was the only place where I felt right. Do you remember my scent? And I do miss your accent, I still remember the day you went. When you left, was it in your best intent? Did you already get your degree? I never had something to disagree, If I knew beforehand, or could somehow foresee, That I will be asking mysel...

I woke up at seven am, Ashley was still asleep next to me, but my first thoughts were of Sarah. Was she okay? I carefully extracted myself from Ashley’s arms and slipped on my boxers, followed by my shirt; then picked up the rest of my items. I felt tired. Sleep was still calling me, but I wanted my Sarah. I needed to check on her and reassure myself that we had done the right thing. Even ponder what happened last night....

I'm sitting on the side of my bed. Remembering the day my future husband was killed. Thinking back, I can’t believe it has been a year. A year ago, I was three months short of becoming Mrs. Peter Thornton. But I am still Patricia Singleton and Patricia, Patsy, Singleton I will remain until I lay next to my intended husband, Peter. It was the fault of Sammy Casey. He was in the middle of one of his drug deals when Peter ha...

They tell me I'm dying, the white-coat boogie men. I close my eyes, letting their drip, drip, drip of consolation take me into revelry. The smell of crushed grass the morning we first made love. The field of wild spring flowers. The look on your parents' faces when you told them I would be your wife. Our trips and tangles, our sweet embraces, that little fairy dream we had in Monterrey. Each year older together, deeper in...

“Do you remember the nights we would chat, talking about our bucket lists, and getting to know one another?” “Yes, of course I do!” “Before my recliner steals you from me, as yours would, I want to plan on crossing as much off each of our lists, together. I too want more than just these few weeks with you.” “Where shall we start?” “Skinny dipping and water sex at the lake this weekend?” “You’ll get no complaints from me!”...

I use my key on the lockRemembering our life togetherAs I go through my trinket boxThe box sits on my dresserA picture of our wedding dayI can feel the happiness sharedWe stood in the archwayIt's where our love was declaredI see jewelry that you gave to meI think about when you proposedI can feel the joy and the gleeOur lives starting to unfoldNapkins and other mementosOf important events, we went toA dried up rose that w...

Too many nice things to say.Nice thoughts, nice images, nice memories.Smiles that warm my soul,Hugs that contain my enthusiasm,Effervescent energy that whisked me along,A whirlwind of arms and legs and laughter. Twisting, entwined, together.The simplest things created laughter.I drifted to sleep and I awokeWith you in my mind.Remembering something you did orSomething you said. You always made me smile.Made everyone around...