They're getting closer Crossed distances together There's something to know. ° The ground is open It was opened for her space But for others, too. ° Unforeseen forces The gravity had pulled her They were enjoying. ° The uncertainties She realized halfway down To crash or be caught? ° Will she crash in pain Falling in full speed below Or be caught safely? ° She is falling fast Faster than the speed of light She has to be s...

Do you remember your first sexual attraction? Could you even recognize it for what it was? I didn't recognize mine at the time, but looking back, I now know when it first happened.  It was just another day, nothing out of the ordinary. Cassie and I were sitting in our favorite corner burger joint, sipping chocolate milkshakes. She was telling me about her latest crush. I was a late bloomer, not hooked on boys yet. Suddenl...

So long ago, but the memory remains strong. As it should, no one ever forgets their first sexual experience, whether it be with shame, disappointment or pure joy, it fixes itself into the memory bank. After many decades, I still classify that time as a mix of all three, with perhaps the addition of shock and surprise. Summer, and I had a long break before starting university, where, I was informed, there were girls galore...

On this lush island, Suitcases unpacked, We trade our pallid Greenwich fogs And stinging coastal mists For drenching, Rainbowed cascades Under which we play And slake feral thirst. We tangle in solandra vines, Skin saturated In tropical deluge Yet aflame With touch sparked Chain lightning. Even the night's deepest thunder Can't suppress desperate whispers Wordlessly invoking Downpours of refreshment While passions conflag...

CHAPTER 19: “I found out today that he’s dating Denise’s sister,” said Rodney. “Denise told me. Cross your fingers.”“Really! Thank God,” said Claire. “Oh and consider them crossed!”“Yes, for damn sure,” he said.“Serious?” she said.“Who knows? Probably too soon. But, Denise says that they went out four days in a row last week, so ...” he said, leaving his words hanging in the air.“Oh man, maybe we caught a lucky break. She...

She stares at me intent eyes pleading, question lingering and her very core hanging on my answer. Why her, she'd asked, her gaze unwavering reading my expression, looking for signs of truth? Of hope? In silence I search for words to capture the surge of bliss that rises within me because she asked. How do I describe such a visceral response I feel in her presence as my heart races and my mouth dries? When she is near only...

When one is not enough You lie Fearing commitment Wanting less Lonely Wanting more Suffocated Excited by the new Afraid to lose the old Spread thin Juggling Never satisfied And finally Old.

Next time it’s my turn. Hard to shake the words from my thoughts as I lay on top of the rumpled covers, the back of my head sunk into my pillow as I stared at the ceiling, trying not to think too much about what had just happened, an impossible feat. After all, I’d just orgasmed in front of a girl whose name I didn’t even know simply because she’d told me to. She’d given me her number after. While I couldn’t deny that I w...