Early Stories

So deep within my heart When did that implant begin? That haunting smile On lips of such promise? Or the subtle depths Of those laughing dark brown eyes So sensual when the time was right? Maybe your mobility caught the eye   The lilt and the sway. Of hip and thigh. Then add delicate gentility of touch When fingers first intertwined. While that lustrous raven black hair Swayed with every move. That early touch of lips on...

Dawn. They stood like five sentinels around the fire. They knew it was coming. The band started to play. “First Call!” The rest of the company stirred. Each man knowing his duty. Accouterments donned. Backpacks slung. “Company Fall In!” The men lined up. “Right face! Forward March!” The companies formed into a Regiment. Then a Battalion. Brigade next. Finally a Corps. The march began. Each man alone in his own thoughts. C...