Tennessee Romeo Blue

An alabaster neck and cinnamon eyes— the devil’s own playground.  Exposed skin yielding to softer touch and harder prose.  Caresses triggering supple submission to the heated spark of bedroom surrender.    A brittle, temporary love.  Unguarded and unrepentant— roguishly stolen.  Hesitant concessions spread bare on a mountain featherbed where hell came riding with me.   Unstained devils pretending to be angels; degenerate angels pretending to be clean.   Both consumed with fleshy sin and whiskey-breath promises until bodies collapsed under the weight of pale whispers.   Just another temporary Romeo— another convenient character briefly written into her script as an ersatz replacement for more permanent heroes.  Not the heart she needed. Just the one she managed to steal.  And under quilted blankets holding naked confessions, that was …

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Southern Kisses, Northern Practicalities

The red of her lips matched the burning tip of my lullaby cigarette glowing hot in the encroaching twilight of our day.   The smell of her sweaty sex, so recently defiled and satisfied, married itself to a cool evening breeze tickling the mountaintop.  The caress of a strong hand, so deceptively delicate in appearance, shared more than just the last of the day’s cigarettes with me.  And it sparked the insatiably of my passions all over again.  Her words tempted the appetite of my critical intellect.  The beautiful disaster of her catastrophically tousled hair tickled my fancy.  The shadowy outline of her compact form, casually leaning against the front porch rail, tempted the fire of my seductive demons so ravenously hungry to relish in the warmth …

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