I love our sweet little talksI love your warm voiceyour witty mindwhen you have got a friendyou have got the world.

I am but a sorceress of the night,wielding rhyme within my write,as I pen another transcending poem,while I let my wicked heart roam. With just a flick and a whispered word—no need for broom or black cat stirred—I transmute silence...

     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...