The studio's windows are shuttered against the light. Cobwebs hang like drapes from the room's ... CONTINUED
with every touch
warm lavender oil drips from trembling hands and softly lands on her slender back. each ... CONTINUED
vespers (iv)
a slow roll of waves kiss the beach. bathed in their gentle ebb and flow i lean back on cool sand ... CONTINUED
Just Like Amber
I remember her sitting cross-legged in a white low-cut cotton dress speckled with tiny ... CONTINUED
Not Her Type
A tall brunette struts along the edge of the pool. Her floral cotton dress barely restrains a ... CONTINUED
Bliss (or What Might Pass for It)
Bliss, or what might pass for it here among the tangles and thorns of most relationships, is ... CONTINUED
September by the Sea
All tourists have returned home as another season ends with children back in school. Roads are ... CONTINUED
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