Sex at Dawn

One sliver of newborn sunlight stretches across the sleep-wrinkled sheet that covers our slowly waking forms. It dances, the rhythm of an ocean wave, as the ceiling fan sways the curtains. Your palm finds the curve of my breast, dreamily continuing to explore, elsewhere. As we draw closer to wakefulness, our hands entwine and our…

Undone

Fastening the garter to the top of the black stocking–she could only do the front…the back always eluded her–she called out in the general direction of the bedroom door, “Honey?” “What?” the response came from somewhere close, probably the hallway. “I need you to help me with my garters; I can’t get the damn things…

Beneath Beautiful

“Beneath Beautiful” The hard beauty of a perfect mistakehums a slow lullabyin the back of anegligent mind.Getting it to stop takes more thanshallow acceptance. History, we’ve been told, has a way of repeatingitself…crashing backdown to destroy the alreadydevastated structures, compromisingeverything until it becomes nothing, andNothing becomes our claimed history. Aberrantly, this song of the pastreflects…

Buy Me a Coffee

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