Author: Thomas Morgan
Those Smoky Eyes
Her eyes were dark and smoky. His eyes were dazed and glazed. His senses dulled. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt something real, not fabricated...
Red Rhythm
keep the red coming until the last d d r ...
Headscapes
There’s people outside, the thrashing and bustling kind. Nowadays they...
Second-Hand Sky
For once I was a first impression, To catch a lady’s eye. Though now I...
unerotic erotica
when a cotton white shirt sits down when it’s new, but about 23 wears...
The Side Unseen
There was a girl who used to look in the mirror and tell herself one...
A Safe Sex Sonnet
In bed, one will ask “Are you ready?” ‘Ready’ has little to do with...
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