The Kiss

  A great deal can be divined from a Kiss. Yet yours puzzles me. It is mysterious. You both sit on a throne which encircles you, There is unity in that- Yet he holds you captive. Strong hands hold your face fast. Though at your heels I see golden blooms festooned. His affection stirred something … More The Kiss


A God climbed your Bronze tower In the Silvery night, Transformed ¬†himself to Gold torrents In the gushing of his desire. And now, all gaze in awe at you. With your Creased brow and curled fingers, in the grip of Your most private moment. Exposed. No death-like slumberer you, Writhing in to your own petite … More Danae