All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               In naked and free, open space of the room, she smiled in look to him; the sight of him there, unhidden in full, meet-return of his amorous eyes.                She fluttered to the sight, sudden of a feel, as she rolled to pose that widened and brightened his eyes, raising to greater glow.                […]

               In night, apart, they united in way of spirit and mind by means and medium of the mystics.                Union of energy sensed through the space, align and same in sensed exchange as if single one-soul thought, they knew each other in the signs.                Words and stories, when and how in appear, resonance […]

               In a middle winter of middle life, they found romance that brought their bloom.  In a world of white, cold, and still, they opened into alive.                Like first-time lovers, young and new, they loved in a blindness of bliss and easy ecstasies.                Mornings and days, eves and nights—whenever alone in the Spirit—they […]

               He kissed her again in high day’s sun on table’s edge in center and recess of room, sight of outdoors and world beyond windows, but by the depth in the room and shade of the glass, hidden from returned view.                He kissed her in sit, she spread ready and fast, eager-wanting for his […]

               A warmth returned, and they walked in the world under clear of sun and sky in light.  Beside the trail, in shade of the trees, ice and snow remained; but on the path and lawned open of park, earth was open again.                 She wore a stocking cap drawn low, it and hair in […]

               Again in the morning, again in the light—pillar of golden-see—he took her over island’s face, both forward to the sun; forward of her body’s lean, his close in bend above; her rhythm and press and forcing back; fluid glide of his forward-meet; body’s shock in meet’s collide, compress of her ass in absorb of […]

               Anna turned the brass and porcelain handles and listened to water’s pour as it struck floor of the claw tub bath.  She felt for water’s sensing change in fall over testing hand, and when the heat arose and poured in full, she set the bath into rise and fill pouring soap into filling stream, […]

               Then, still in her heat, alive of the awe, he moved bringing himself high, draw and sweep of her thin gown straps, lowering high to her raise of low, colored, crumpled fabric stripe upon her winter open.                 Take of his hold, hook of her legs, deep drive that made her flutter; again, sun’s […]