How Beautifully Ethereal you are!
Sea Hues and
Frosty Blues,
Lit up so Bright with
Moon Sprite, and
Winter Sunlight,
Insomnia clings like a wet corpse on a cold mortuary slab,
Her crimes will not allow her to sleep, and still she plots…
How your gaze never left me, how I held you in thrall,
And I did a double take, to drink in the full measure of you.
...Her full, blood red lips were moist and seemed to beckon…
...As his desire intensified, John Black thought to himself ‘I must have her!’...
Ebony stretched and yawned. Her glistening black body was incredibly long. She was a particularly large feline.