It is I, again. I’m the itch that can’t be scratched, folks. Slightly annoying, but I mean well. In all seriousness, I’m just always looking for a catchy beginning. Hey, they can’t all be winners. It doesn’t...

Keep this love note as you would any cherry coated message wrapped in a dusting of powdered sugar…   Keep it beside your cherry lip gloss and the panties I left in your drawer by the table where you spread your legs wide without asking, and you opened your lips without...

What I remember mostare your delicatefingerscreasing the edges,folding and turning,twisting and shapingthe everything ofanything youtouchinto all the differentcreatures ofcreationuntil finally and at last,I rest warm in yourempathetic palm,panting and thumping,dripping with yourimmaculate essence.I am almost as beautifuland imaginativeas you.Then,...

Across the yard through midnight dewcomes soft the silhouette of you,and by my bedroom lamp you seethe dimly glowing shape of me,translucent in my silky lace.You pause a glance, then push the pace,up ivy-covered trellis climbin moonlight green, as...

Prince Quan The pounding of little feet running down the hallway can only mean one thing. “Prince Quan the royal mother is requesting your presence in the throne room” The message was delivered by Yuna, my mother’s handmaiden and royal spy.  “Why the...