Helen hesitated, opened the lid, breathed, and there they were. Bright tall pink strong stalks. Her first forced rhubarb of the season. Reaching for it, she slid her hand along the firmest stalk until she felt the tender base,...

...the flicker, a burning flame of untamed hungertouching her...so wet she drowns, teasing hersetting her soul on fire as my tongue becomesa stiletto's minuet on her flesh...as her eyesbecome darker than the pleasures as she feelsthe flicker, longing the...

Sweet the rain fallThat helps to fall to sleepAt nightWhen I sleepAt night in my bedHow I loveThe sweet soundOf the rainIt is really beautifulYes the night is longIt was made that wayFor me to sleep at nightAlso I...