50 Word Stories: Enamoured

She flashed one of those come hither looks only girls of a certain allure managed. Without getting out of her chair or even lowering her glass, she'd captured my attention completely. A flash of two green, bejewelled eyes and she thought me hers. Yes, I was enamoured, but never stupid.

50 Word Stories: The Dilemma

Thump! Thump! Thump! Lust or love? Thump! Thump! Thump! Warning or alarm? Thump! Thump! Thump! Her eyes appraise as she licks crimson lips. Thump! Thump! Thump! She sways like a reed in the wind, unbending. Thump! Thump! Thump! Pull it together, man. Thump! Thump! Thump! Those lips purse. Thump… … … Damn!

50 Word Stories: Catlike

Green slits flicked open. She unwound like a cat waiting to purr the fridge door closed, but knowing there cream. I wasn’t good with women, too shy, but suspected her arched back suggested tiredness or desire. So, I did what any feline lover would, poured her a glass of milk.

50 Word Stories: Embers

Our eyes met over fire and flame, a nonexistent world tremulous before us. A Phoenix, you burned in ruby and gold, tangerine flickerings kissing your skin, whilst I brooded in obsidian. Ours were lives lived to the fullest. These our every glorious moments. So when did we become embers?

L.L.L

In the pause between breaths When time stalls And darkness folds over all Love, longing, lust When nightfall comes, hushed Waiting for that first pinprick star The moon dipped in cream Love, longing, lust The coyotes howl a hello Dark angels answer in sweat Sea sips at the shore Love, longing, lust This is our […]

Lilith

Like a panther, she prowled Smoke in the dark A cold surprise Her regime, destruction She chose who she wished Toyed with them Dark eyes, enticing Sculpted eyebrows, arching A flicking tongue tasting the air Her skirts with their oh-so-precise rips She drew the eyes of both sexes Allowed her time she didn’t need But […]

50 Word Stories: Hot

I’m melting like the Wicked Witch of the West, but without the bucket of water; I’m unsure if that’s good or bad? I’m steaming from the inside out, the vapour making me blink. Is it hot, you ask? Hotter than hell, I reply. And I’ve only looked at you once.

Of Death and Desire

I didn’t ask her name, I absorbed it. “Sestenia,” she purred without moving her lips, her perfect ruby lips. That was it, the only word she ever spoke. Four syllables rolled over a foreign tongue, sent forth from between pouting, ruby mankillers of want to cascade over this soul. I cannot explain it any other […]

Becalmed, Bewitched, Broken.

Those eyes, Oceans of violet waves and indigo memories. How I drowned in her gaze, A sailor taking one last breath as the sharks nipped at my toes. Work lungs. Goddamn it! Work. The kelp of her long, lustrous eyelashes entangled my heart twisting and turning. I was but a barnacle, a limpet to her, […]