Singed Wings

His fiery, impassioned touch

singed her angel wings

purity dripped from the tips

as immoral burn

licked her halo

dark, scalding sin

ravished timid innocence

virgin chastity stripped bare

angelic white no longer


all his to consume



April 2019



Gin and Smoke

Gin soaked

Gin soaked lips

wrapping the end

of a cigarette

he wished was him


her sultry look

and casual sexiness

causing shifting and readjusting

growing arousal

now out of his control

taking over mind and body


unable to look away

he fastened eyes

on a plump, pink mouth

needing to be filled and satisfied

knowing the cigarette

a poor substitute

for what lay beneath

her thoughts


graceful, seductive movements

provocative manner

in which she drank and smoked

swathed his mind

with visions

of how she treated a man

who wanted to please her


gulp of bourbon courage

then another

no longer could he watch

no longer would he not take

a one time chance

he wanted her

she was worth the risk


daring himself

he left the barstool


stood tall

slowly approached this dream

and she glanced over

coyly grinned

and said,

“I’ve been waiting.”