Rigid Stories

Watching him lock the door, Laura was already unbuttoning her dress, knowing that would be the first thing the boss would demand. Among the many items of waste in this storage space, there were convenient broken chairs, scratched tables, a split armchair which so often became the centre of these lunchtime activities. He turned as she allowed her dress to fall to the floor. His eyes were on her high pert bare breasts as he...

Before the passion begins. Eyes dark, eyes light, share Unnamed hopes, and heartfelt promise Of raptures to be given And received   Before the passion begins So familiar, the hair, the cheeks, the sway Of her walk, the swagger of his. Her lips that pout temptation yet smile Deep into his heart   Before the passion begins Touch her cheek, so silken, Stroke his chin so rough Hand touches hand, coolness before Heat of skin o...

 In slumber grew oh Frosty grand,All sturdy frozen, best in land,Each dream anew this gent would stand,Then fade from view, his sleep renewed,Awaiting rebirth at master’s hand.All playful he, a freeze to keep,In nature’s grip with ease he’ll slip,The deep and drifting silken hold,Dance all merry wet and cold,Rise anew all chiseled bold,For ye to build, to hold, to mold.Oh how truly hard I wished to play,A firm packed Fros...

I built a poem from Lego bricks Perfection! Not a hole to fix Each room I filled with emptiness Each plastic rhyme with hopelessness * Hey, lover! (who builds poems from sticks) I built a poem from Lego bricks He read, his face - a doleful mask - Proclaimed I had not met the task * 'To beat the wolves, my lover dear Do more than to the rules adhere I built a poem from Lego bricks When I was four, or five, or six...' * Wit...

One Sunday at the nudist beach. As it was habitual, every Sundays we did the same thing over and over, and this time was not the exception of the rule: we got up early to have  breakfast,  picked up our stuff and packed everything we'd need in a bag: towels, sun tan, and CD's to listen to some music at this nudist camp. My mi wife collected her clothing too, and I saw her getting   into the bath room where she  began to s...