Her Kink
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This is Friday night
This is Friday night at the country club for dinner with my Ivy League husband where we will act surprised to see all the same people we saw last Friday night at the country club for dinner. The pale blue…
Lady Moth
Why are butterflies more beautiful than moths? With their loud colors, their sturdy wings, their pretentious stories of transformation as if that one time they changed was some grand accomplishment. The butterfly had no control over that change. It was…
The Sweet Taste
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Charcoal Skies
The sky is charcoal grey with stars in every direction. In the distance, lightning flashes like an orange ball illuminating a low hanging clump of storm clouds. Cool air, smelling of salt and fish is tumbling around me pushing against…
Sensual Anarchy
Your love is so cold and clothed. Your brutal indifference. I’m bringing needy back. It’s become such a curse, it’s a shame, to need someone. Why!? We want to be needed but we don’t want to need. Vulnerability is a…
He’s a Gardener
“I’m a gardener.” He said, matter of factly, “I garden.” He was on the edge of the couch leaning over the coffee table, his knees pressed up against the edge. He was writing notes about something in his spiral notebook.…
You Can Not Trust Your Eyes
She knows that she looks sweet. She looks tender. Pretty. There’s an innocence about mher that inspires you to let down your guard. You want to protect her. How kind. You should know, it’s too late for your protection. There…
A Reconnaissance For Love
That's the tragedy of love after loss. No one climbs to the watchtower to look out for patience or forgiveness. No one sends out a reconnaissance for love.
Peppermint Kisses
His beard had grown longer and was speckled with grey hairs. His skin was tan, his arms swollen with muscles from long days working outside. I got to look in his light blue eyes again. He looked back at me intently, a smile…
