Evenings in Porto always felt like kisses left burning on the skin—wet, fragrant, and wrapped in slow music...
In the dimly lit room, the symphony of soft whispers and moans filled the air, as the passion of two bodies...
Approaching Halloween, a couple years back, I wrote this small history to my number one fan in England: A....
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I travel to the north hemisphere To the south hemisphere I come back home, And for a moment...
All the stencil colors, Painted the canvas; To its orbital coloration, So serene;...
Through the mind to the brush dipped on palette...
A story in color not a word spoken...
So...
A chill raced down my spine as I gazed upon that porcelain skin that sparkles in the glowing...
The smeared rouge of your mouth that wounds the heart, stories of flowers and...
Paul was a gladiator to chastity John a submissive George a guru to self while...
Patriotic flames burning with red, white, and blue Flames of America that burn with freedom...
It is far into a poet's passion Through years, tears, torments, and lacerations Ripping...
Dear sir/madam, I write to you today, To express concerns in my own way. These trying...
She stood out like a movie star and she felt just like a queen, standing in her beautiful ballgown which...
I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START... BUT I CAN CONFIDENTLY SAY YOU HAVE MY HEART... WHEN...
Antique lace and a vase of roses A photograph long yellowed Letters from a studied hand...
There is a voice on the hole and a voice on the hill. There is a voice on the sea and a voice on...
