Browsing Category: Short Story

               She loved the mind-connect, intimacy through space; and, still, she desired more: to have, to know, to feel—to kiss his lips, taste his tongue, suck it slow, setting rhythm for the rest—while holding to his face, eye-to-eye, in pleasure-find.

               In lie of after, they flirted in the sun and almost-silence—smiles, sounds, keep and explore of touchings over bodies still live of sensitive-after; laughs that broke—greater smiles—easy in love and endearment; gentleness, affection, and then return of aware drawing focus again when love and spirit restored for return in the Greater Intimate upon floor […]

               “He saw (her) for the first time that morning.  They exchanged glances, trying to recognize the emotions of the day before.  For a moment each seemed unreal to the other—then the slow warm hum of love began again.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night _____                In quiet peace of morning’s way, they exchanged […]

               Friday rose to a gray morose of clouded sky, water-freeze of puddles on cement.  Though a warmth had shone and lived, cold returned.  Winter remained.                Through the gray, slow rising with sun, slowly it erased.  She stared on the sky and from fugue, depth and dimensions returned to see; layers of clouds, textures […]