Two scientists of different temperament work to discover the cause of strange phenomenon happening in their city - only to learn a creature from myth and legend is responsible.
Medusa
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Steamy Beads of Sweat
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steamy
beads of sweat
between her dusky breasts
little rivers of pleasure
that collect in her navel
and threaten to spill with
each exhalation
distract me long enough
to avoid the
little death
that look in her eye
seen only when
riding me
or on the back of
my motorcycle
reignites my
passion and
all too soon
I die
Surrender
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she lies on the bed facing me the curve of her hips giving shape to the blankets her bare shoulder and arm are bent at a gentle angle as she lightly runs her fingers through my hair her tattoos a vibrant splash of color on her alabaster skin half lidded eyes take me in and she sighs, a Mona Lisa smile on her lips A million thoughts run through my mind, my manic mind, while she caresses me in...
My Turn
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she lies amid a twisted and sweaty sheet a goddess basking in naked glory her silky wetness coats my beard, white and hoary I grin, lay next to her, in mild conceit as her body trembles in final throes of lascivious orgasmic delight low purr from her lips as my passion ignites she gives me the look that I cannot oppose pushes me back, her head between my legs, a playful bite lets me know it's my...
Enduring Love and Faithfulness
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“…he spoke of a girl of surpassing beauty and faithfulness.” Those words were spoken by the Dread Pirate Roberts in “The Princess Bride.” The scene was where Westley (aka Roberts) had found his Princess Buttercup after 5 years. I watched that movie again last night. At my grandparents’ house. As my grandfather ages, it has become necessary for my sister...
You Waited
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I haven’t blogged about my wedding yet – or my honeymoon. I have so much to say that I just can’t find the words to write a concise blog. But, I did find the time to write a short poem to my wife. Here it is; I hope you enjoy it. You Waited you waited for me to notice you silent, shy, and unassuming – hovering at the outside of my life for over a year; a constant presence...
