Concupiscence
It hits me with the chaotic silk-winged strength of an errant butterfly, a punch to the solar plexus that spreads heat in a confused beat-flap of unexpected desire. Warmth, nostalgic… Read more »
It hits me with the chaotic silk-winged strength of an errant butterfly, a punch to the solar plexus that spreads heat in a confused beat-flap of unexpected desire. Warmth, nostalgic… Read more »
It was July. ‘Hot’ is a relative term, but compared to the temps we normally experience in our clime during July, it was hot. “Let’s go explore the trail,” I’d… Read more »
Our Relationship {The Life and Times of Mr and Mrs Fever} When I first had the idea for my Celebrations! holiday blogging project, I asked a few people for some… Read more »
A raspberry, I think, picturing the just-ripened juicy pink-red in my mind and transferring the plump-soft memory of unplucked-from-the-vine succulence to the resistance-spring give of swollen flesh pulsing – aroused,… Read more »