I’ll settle for strangely beautiful. Thank you Peter. In poetry and cyber kindness. Rob

Where the hell did you sail from? Let’s board a pirate ship and plunder & plunder, until there is nothing left but words hand-scratched on the Titanic.

Written since the womb really (apologies – that sounds so fucking pretentious) but as the decades tumble, if I can touch such beautiful souls then let that be my linguistic epitaph. Rob – never ever call me Bob. Lol

Relic, is this you? Hi. I remember your name is Tim. It’s been so long. You’re one of the first poets I met when I joined WC. Tim, thank you for your kind words. Coming from you, that means a lot, as your own work is masterful at creating those sensory dreamscapes.

Glad the journey resonated. Thank you.

Thank you so much! “Mistress of the Moon and Sea” is high praise -I think I’ll claim that title! I also still love your description of the blood moon as “slut red.” I’m truly glad the words resonated louder than your midnight tide. And I promise, I’ll leave that mahogany door open for you.

Thank you so much, Damian. I truly appreciate your kind words. I appreciate you too.

Chère Gus,

Your words make me smile – you know how to slip inside a poem and stroke it from the inside. I love that you felt the artwork too, a proof that desire can be lush, indulgent… without harm. (or can it?)

And yes… people are animals too. The difference is, we pretend we’re tame – until someone bares their teeth, or leaves scratches down your back. haha (but if I bite you know I am excited and you are doing something so right) Perhaps that’s the secret pulse you caught in the poem: pleasure, hunger, and the little cruelty of always wanting more. 😉

Mmm… so it really has been far too long, hasn’t it? I’ve missed the way you let that hunger spill right through your words. Stirring the pot is half the fun… I love stirring the pot if it means I am going to get spanked hard and … * nevermind, innocent look * and teasing you with a little taste, letting you wonder just how messy I’ll let that pot get before you lick it clean. 😈🔥 Thanks for the BIG LIKE, and that RL award? I’ll take it… naked.

Careful… it’s always hot over here, and I might sneak in and let you push me back against the oven door. Feel me shiver as the heat seeps into my skin, while your lips trace fire over me. I’d melt for you, drip for you, beg for you… and then I’d make you burn just as wildly, until we’re both too undone to tell where the heat ends and we begin. Okay I get carried away easily… I swear my mind is permanently in the gutter…

I knew you are the sentimental type Adagio even if you hide it… but still you surprised me. And I have to admit, hearing that feels nice. I like knowing my words aren’t just read, but felt – that they leave you with an experience. Careful though… if you keep saying things like that, I might start expecting more sweet confessions from you.

Mmm… piping hot, gooey, and tempting – you make me blush the way you describe tasting my words, Damian. Maybe I should keep baking them up just to see how hungry I can make you. Your appetite is always appreciated. 🔥😉 sweet and gooey is only the surface. Beneath the sugar there’s intense heat, bite, and something far more decadent. I love that you tasted the fire in this one.

Thank you… guess I just can’t help but let some sexiness slip into everything I write. Maybe it’s my guilty pleasure… or maybe I just like keeping you stirred up. I love that you stopped by to see me, that’s very sweet. 😉🔥

Mmm, you always had a way with words – orchard of midnight promise might be my new favorite sin. I’ve been keeping the quill warm and other things hot, just waiting for someone to come steal a taste again. Careful though… this fruit still bites back. 🍒🖤

Careful M.E—too much honey and I might forget where the poem ends and you begin 🙂