Passion

Persuasion

Erotic Poetry

I look different in print.
The serifs dip below the strokes,
their angles catching the page
like…

Progress Report

Erotic Poetry

My hand presses tighter
against red lips,
tighter than I expect.

The Dregs of October

In the dregs of
October I fall into
your pumpkin

Better

I know right away.

I can see it on her
face. How calling her
talented isn’t

I Spill Cider

Poem

She is apple donuts
and cider dusted
with cinnamon kisses
drawn through autumn leaves.

Those Midnight Cries

For a minute . . . , just listen
to my voice, to my breath to
my heart
that hitch, that one
right there.

Do You Dare Imagine?

I visualize
you are finally alone reading these words
In my mind you wear red satin
slip into bed, glad for the rare time…

Little Flock

It’s a familiar sight,
sequins glittering
in low-light while
the tango calls slender
hips, slipping into
deliberate lines, open
for…