Venom lady of black and red, of lips of wine and feet of roses, walking across the waters in slender ankles and shiny gams, of prominent undulations
Early awakenings in orchard home, Morning stretching in a satiny loa… Winter’s heart softening up ahead, Pumping blood and life instead, The rite of spring of the glory da…
Love’s embrace, tendrils grasping, Lithesome arms, skyward reaching, Upward spiraling, Silky fingers, poetic touches, Love dawning, love quickened,
The Cruel Sea Your smiling face and wild turbule… Your rancid depths with your sweet… Like the swirling mind of a laughi… Your savory sweets are laced with…
Guru baby with your mini fingers f… around the keyboard, typing and cr… computer guru pooping in your diap… dance around as do all dancing typ… Goo goo ga ga of high intelligence…
Free of Sin Pure thoughts, no sin at all Safely home, an answer to the call Evil lives on a faraway island Too far away, nothing to withstand
I finally fell asleep after tossing and turning. I drifted off into a sea of dreams, peaceful like the aftermath of a storm. I was in paradise in the arms of a beautiful woman who sang...
The skies were doing all kinds of weird things last Sunday at Yankee Stadium. There was some naked giant guy floating in the sky. Didn’t he get cold in the tush up there? You don’t know...
Shoes that float on rhythmic air, that cling to her melodic feet, slaves of the music slavers attentive to the calling, dancing into the majestic wilds
Poet Gods from up and yonder, circling the earth whilst they won… with verse and rhyme and starry ey… sending out scouts and cultured sp… looking down at me, a helpless tar…
Melody, that tired old woman of mu… Wandering aimlessly from here to t… Looking for an avenue to the music… With an empty heart but progressiv… With an ear to hear the worn out p…
Secrets stored inside as the seaso… a silent knowing of the roving sun… encased in an armor of iron and wo… in rigid vaults to the weather wit… secrets of the rising from low to…
Adrenaline Beasts of mortal glamo… navigating the inferno rivers of S… who live in our dark side, rising up through our veins in the throes of another’s pain,
Poor old Fred: He was born on February 29, 1956, but he’s only 17 years old. He’s a teenage old geezer he is. Feb 29th only comes up every 4 years, but he has been alive for 68 years. H...
A fun filled day at the carnival s… until her little girl spotted the… With her hair so shiny and neatly… clean hands and hair tightly truss… she darted over to where the candy…