There are clothes tossed about the floor. My clothes, my floor,my bedroom floor. This isn't the way things should be. This isn't how I live or how I have been living for the last three years. Things get picked up and put away. Everything in order. My sleeping chamber a place of peace and tranquility. …
The sun in April is already blazing, burning your tender alabaster skin to the color of freshly steamed lobster. Hustler or vagabond, it doesn't matter. Your need grabs my attention before you speak. You stumble over words in a quest for assistance. Just three dollars, an odd sum and one likely to garner you a …
It wasn't a torrid or trashy scene. It was really beautiful and tender with ambient light and two lovers laying next to each other. Their bodies blending together as if they were created for one other despite the decade difference between them. The look on their faces wasn't sinful or awkward, but peaceful and content. …
Lucinda Rose 