I love Sophia
And Sophia loves me.
We are excellent lovers; elegantly erotic lovers.
In such sublime affinity that our intimacy can only be imagined.

After satiation our delight is immeasurable,
our joy amaranthine.
We lie in each other’s arms, warm and glistening
and bedazzled by the perfectness.

It is not always placid, sometimes I spark, then smolder,
then burst into flame.
Usually about something silly, usually about something that has not a whit to do with why or what; ne... read more