Should I pinch  my now small flame and die?   Is death really the only way? Should I extinguish what I have left?   Why do memories flow from my flame and dry to a still, only to linger on?   Is my flame being blown out by...

     Then Meg paused as she gazed into Daniel's blue eyes pleading, "I hope you have something to soothe the pain, baby." Then she playfully nugded her nose against his, then leaned in for a kiss but playfully...

     Lust glittered in Meg's eyes as she now straddled Daniel. Pressing their wet lips together. Their tongues lapping and dancing. Tasting the other. Breathing and exhaling their warm breaths into each other as they kissed.        When...

With invisible hands,  my eyelids unlock, reaching for you.   Distance does not matter, my eyes can hold you  and press you against me.   Eye to eye,  hand in hand, we embrace.   Lips press into one another's, tongues lap in a wet embrace, and we share our breaths.   

You rise in the twilight  for I too bask in the dark. While I desire the burning daystar, I thrive in the night.    You are ornameted with hues of Hell, Heaven, lust, and purity. I embellish the hues of an angel's velvety cape.   They say that your...