Gotta Light?

The flame lights up the shadow thrown by his rakishly cocked fedora as he lights his cigarette with the stylishly dated trench coat firmly belted, the collar up in back “Here’s looking at you schweetheart” He says in a very bad Bogey imitation And I smile, a little giving an eyeroll and shaking my head … Continue reading Gotta Light?

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dying in a drowning embrace

Passion burns and she gasps Earthshake quivering over a rigid rising when he pulls the pleasure from her belly Rhythmic motion of riding the ocean sighs He watches desire rise from her chest It's a tsunami of tangled bodies Her cries rise like a bird in flight Both clinging to love like a life preserver … Continue reading dying in a drowning embrace