ˣˣʸ I'd sworn to dismantle, stroke your ache and love you with all the madness in my soulI want lakes of you inside me

  Touching the dark I move closer to youwicked indulgence, my craving for youa lusty desire to seduce.  Captivated, you look at me with hungerthe night is jealousand pushes shadows onto my soul, where you look deeplyand realize the demomess I amprovoking...

As the evening stretches beyond skyscrapers  sunset cracks windows and voices,  midnight lies as a would-be lover  counting her footsteps across Brooklyn Bridge  to an anonymous apartment, where she imagines  waking to her lipstick on his coffee cup     Washing machine skies spin skeins of colour  red always bleeds into the blue and JFK...

You just weren't it wasn't your fault because someone refused to hold and pour into you, no longer cared to show how truly pleasant you can be and you are~ But you came in with your course callused hands as if to...

  The Scarf A Story by Randall   This is a short story I'm working on. Only up to twenty-one pages so far, taking my time with this one, very special to me.   WarningThis Story is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers...