Shameless Confessions of the Anhedonic Housewife

I. Slowly biting the corner of her lower lip Running her fingers through her long, brown hair She walked across the darkened hotel room Wearing nothing but the goosebumps and glistening beads of sweat covering every inch of her soft skin. The film of last night runs through her mind Read more

Seductress of Sin

A heretic grin interlaced with longing Ferocious need danced behind barren eyes Her poise Thunder clouds and electricity, lead me to believe in her gospel of sin Where it not for her blithe commentary fornicating in the sea under stars against incidental walls I might not have chosen this bestial Read more