Nothing will ever top that one special day at his sister’s house. That one Saturday morning when he called to say his sister was gone for the day, and he had to have me. That one Saturday morning where he actually made love to me. He never admitted it. He didn’t have to. I saw itContinue reading “An Erotic Memory: That One Saturday Morning”
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A Poem: Let the Old Love Go
I haven’t blogged since April 7, 2018. Though not my intention, it’s just the way life happened for me. I fell into a slump which halted my desire for writing. I wouldn’t call my slump depression but it was definitely a life-altering slump. You also have to know, my misery does NOT love company soContinue reading “A Poem: Let the Old Love Go”
Writing Waves 