Harley: To many, she is an innocent Angel and a well-behaved wife. To a few, she is a submissive slut in a sexless marriage. Mark: Harley’s on-line friend, his thoughts are in Italics. Dave: Harley’s fuck buddy. Monday – 11 days to go It’s finally been arranged. Just over a week’s time, I’ll be seeing my fuck buddy. I’m finally getting back into bed with him. It’s been so long due to all this virus rubbish. I’m instantly...

In the Apollonian and Dionysian abodes I hear nuances that are never implied how be they insipid to the empty eye   Then my fingers disintegrate into its silent voices and I find Being the sanctuary where the wave of a wing is so very fertile in its demonic syncopation   Like the harmony of the stars that reign all wonder which dares to ponder the very majesty of their charcoal infinity   For feelings are only feelings an...

Trust is so fragile  So easy to break Hard to repair  Often it’s too late  "Trust me," he pleaded "Feel my love,"  But the pain is blinding  The damage is done  Small little lies Behind my back  Caused the pull  Creating the crack  We talk and tease Smile when near But the passion is fading  Yet there’s no tears Where is your head When you speak to me?  Was this a myth  Or a girl's fantasy?  Trust is so fragile  So easy t...

A pair of swans strolled through curtains of white and pink blossoms like lovers hand-in-hand. Petals were strewn around them their path tracing a poet's pattern of love. Leaving a single feather behind.

Some things never change.I hope they never do.Each morning when I wakeMy first thoughts are of you. That first cup of coffeeWhether it is sunny or bright,The thought of your smileCauses my heart to take flight. Morning rushes to noon,Yet now and then I stop.A butterfly, daffodil, or kitten catches my eyeAnd into my mind, you will pop. The sky turns to dusk,As the porch swing does sway.I sit sipping wine,Wondering how was...

Alabaster skin met with classical smooth curves' artistryThe essence of predawn crystallized in a single tear on a mask of cobalt blue, chartreuse irises gazed beyond with heated pleasure. Silvery stardust lined the waves of midnight curls that framed her face,a patch darker still crowned the silken petals of her sex.Elizabethan collar fanned thickly around a peacock's neck, matching skirt cinched high above legs poised i...

What does it takeTo write an erotic storyThoughts imaginationOr an active life of experienceThe wonderingsWhen you're bared nakedIn front of a gaggle of menWith hard onsPulsating and throbbingAt your every breathWomens heaving breastsAs their clitsGrow wetter and wetterIs it the storylineThat punctuates the sexOr wordsSending your mind spirallingFor mePictures haven't done itNot up until of lateSlow black and white stills...

Perhaps just the way that you said itPerhaps it was just what I heardPerhaps what you meantWas not what you saidOr I just read into your words Why must it be so confusing?Why can’t we say what we mean?Or when we doWe don’t recognize truthAnd imagine it some other way Sometimes I’m tired of listeningTo things that are said in my headIf I take face valueWhen I’m talking to you  What are chances that I’ll be misled? So promi...