A cold nude foot on the back of a warm pussycat Waking in a bed full of one person Greetings of morning erect tales dancing down a staircase A breakfast of sweet tea and meaty gestures The day ahead bringing what knows where? The cares of life travelling high above mount sorrow Adventures above […]

Artistic Hands

There was a musician who came my way And we made love on that day But although affection for him I had plenty My life at that time was cold and empty What we had was warm and special And he filled me like a vessel I broke away and said good bye to him […]