Saffron

The saffron pallor of humid doubt clings to the tendrils of our words, a death destined in the glare of … More

Bleeding Out

She grazed his hand with the hope of a touch, but neither of them moved. His eyes spoke of a … More

I chase the edge of an echo, true make-believe teasing reality. The sound of skin swimming in sin, a horizon … More

His smile, quicksilver on a midnight sigh. Illuminating needs I thought had resigned. My skin heated in sin and savagery, … More

*I guess one cannot be a tempest without being a bit temperamental. I have times of rich darkness, sultry naughtiness, … More

Sin smells like leather, honeysuckle blossoms, cologne that lingers on hungry skin for hours. Sin tastes like strawberry juice on … More

Time is a soldier of fortune, marching With orders to spur on battle Forcing loved ones apart in spite Sending … More

The mist of my lust smothers the depth of breath of any others The wine of my wetness intoxicates the … More

I don’t know how to wait without withering. My petals close upon themselves in the mere motion of a minute, … More

The older gentleman cleared the area and thanked concerned passers-by for their help. Quinn assisted Anna in sitting up slowly. … More