Writing

The ever familiar solitude that I really hate to feel

I could hear her whispering under the trees Whenever the breeze crept in through the pines, And then when the Moon rose out of the sea ..

This is a basically about flirting and a one night stand.

A poem I wrote at 2am

This is a short sweet whimsical piece about an imaginary friend, and what it means to me.

Love and fantasy and whispering angels. With silver clouds where we made love. The things we can and will do for love.

Raindrops are slaughtered and the evil spirit is crying. Somewhere death will be mine.As my anger builds.

A cheesy early kind of music hall at the Maison de L'amour

whispering wishes soothe thy soul ever so velvety across erotica's brow...

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