An Erotic story
Erotic poetry
You wakein empty romantic achelead me to moonlightunder ageless silver bircheswhose…
Erotic tale of Romance
Staring out to sea. Late afternoon. I miss you, but know where to look. In the five…
Late on a chilly Paris Friday afternoon in November, I ducked in a fine art gallery on a whim, on one of the many…
Oursnot lives of predictable straight linesof precise Euclidian grids in uniform geometryfrom where we standfrom where we…
The sun is already high in the sky as we leave for a barefoot hike. Our property borders a…
Light comes slowly at high elevation.
Is there a soundso honest with emotions laid bareas sweet as your morning moaningspassion’s music that splits the air
