Beguiled on a beautiful evening,ballgown in an almost empty house,enchanted in the embrace of my melancholy baby,trying a trial separation from the trials and tribulations of my subconscious. I told her not to read too much into my dreams,they are just things of fantasy and feathersbut sometimes, they sharpen their knives and I am at…

I keep you in the small seconds of soft quiet,under silver moonlight,serene crackling from the wireless,Simon Templar’s shoes against dark streets, surrounded by foreboding whistling. This is my heaven. Your name nestled in my mouth,your lips, loose on my trembling neck,silk slip, slipping down onto the sheets,serene cyclone starting in my shaking thighs and sending…