Summer’s Cypris
Sun shimmered golden-crest hair cascading like water down an endless crystal brook; twisting, contorting, tracing the divine curves of Aphrodite like a sculptor forging alabaster beauty and life: Every step […]
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A Bath with Bourbon
A smile escapes from her lips, slithering across her face like a red bourbon river. Her hands quiver with the excruciating pleasure of “I shouldn’t do this,” leaving behind his pleading whispers of “please don’t […]
Stage One, IV.
They say the dead can’t walk, but I’m watching you move right now. I’m watching as the bump on your head spreads from your frontal lobe, down your spinal cord, […]
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