A Fortnight of Lust: Day 8

Missed Connection  A whisper in the air,A breath on the wind,A tingle on your neck, And a moment of care.  But in a flash it’s gone,Life takes you on another path,Yet, some memories cling,Even when life wants to move on.  What if floats just out of reach,A moment between two people,Shadowed by the passage of time,But,Continue reading “A Fortnight of Lust: Day 8”

A Fortnight of Lust: Day 8

Missed Connection By Dominick May       Two days ago, I met this woman named Jill. Her eyes were a bright blue, and her hair was red as a fire-hydrant. She was wearing a business suit that did nothing for her fine figure, and her voice was like a drill on stainless steel. Digging deep intoContinue reading “A Fortnight of Lust: Day 8”