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Last of the Southern Romantics

We’re the last of the unreconstructed, unrepentant southern romantics.

We both want, an old-fashioned, wide-screen, Technicolor epic romance, a real Bogie and Bacall number. Instead, what we got that night was two old friends so smashed they started making out at a levee party.  "What in the world were you dreaming about, lady?" Amy Marshall opened her green eyes, pushed back her floppy straw hat, and looked up at Mark Cahill, her life-long friend, the man she’d just been dreaming about. "No...

Take my hand Feel my fingers Look deep into my eyes Feel the beating of my heart The breath upon your chest The catch of my voice  As I say your name Know when your body meets mine The Gods have smiled upon us love For in your arms I come alive I touch your face Your smile meets mine Your eyes burn true As mine do for you I hunger for your touch Your voice and your smile We meet again and again Forever is not long enough 

Pastels In My Soul

These are a few things that bring color to my soul.

… that first lusty cry of a newborn… suckling sound of a nursing babe… first words spoken, first steps taken… eyes that laugh and bring boundless joy… first kiss gifted, first kiss savored… hands held within love’s first embrace… smiles that brighten a room and change a life… sounds of sweet laughter that float like blowing bubbles… feeling that first twinge of desire… while peering into the eyes of the adored… sharing te...

please

will you, please?

my mouth is pouty today.....an invitation to your mouth to kiss me gently right at its corner,to whisper wicked and shocking thingsas you smile your teasing smile,and make love to my heart. will you come close to meand know the texture of my giggles as you breathe me into your soul? your hand slides up my arm tracing its length as lightly as a butterfly's wings.your fingers caress my throat as your other hand rests at my...

Deus Ex Machina~

A story about a certain train that brought with it the spirits of an old town's past.

Deus Ex Machina is a phrase that made itself ever evident on a cold November night. It was in the late 1960's in a small Arizonan town and was one of the few towns that still ran early model locomotives. It often made for good and quick travel between destinations, however on this night it brought something else. On this night it was accompanied by something old yet familiar, you see these townsfolk had lived here for gen...

I feel you draw near as I watch the stars move across the sky and travel with them in light years of space and empty dreams. your warmth, your aura, your breath envelopes me drawing me back into the earthly realm. music plays in a room of smoke and mirrors and fills me with you. we move to a rhythm that belongs to us and your hands play my body. fingers caress my breasts and pull my clothes aside to touch flesh made sensi...