WORDS OF WHISPERS

  Soft gentle Warm velvety Kisses Brushing her cheeks Her eyelids Fingers tangling In black and silver locks Like a warm breeze From heaven her scent Laying her down Naked on the bed Hair dangling Barely touching flesh He drags it Slowly Gently Across her body She gasps Then moans Back arching Hands reaching Pulling

PAINTING PICTURES

Standing in the waiting line, minding no one’s business but her own, when a voice too familiar spoke out from behind her; “I used to have that all the time,” she heard him say; “It’s even better than it looks,” he finished with a chuckle; as her body tensed and her blood ran cold; knowing