Hearth
Your crackling embers fan the blaze in me, and I wonder… Can you feel my spark inside your tinder heart?
Category: Poetry and Noetry
Poetics
A pretty postscript from a a gorgeous guest, whose words bespeak joy.
Appetent
Just a sip, love. Please. I am parched. Won’t you take me wet into your mouth and quench my thirst?
Apologue
Tilt your head, love, just slightly to the left, that I may lay my cheek against your shoulder and listen to your pulse whisper our story against my lips.