We held hands,
fingeres laced tight
as lovers knots,
and the only memory
left me
of that night
was the hazy warmth
of our fire,
and the feel
of your hand in mine.
We spit living sparks,
and shed dying embers.
burnng all the way to heaven.
They smoldered,
just like your kisses.
In the predawn hours during a solitary ride on her ranch, Montana Freeborn collides with Seth Phoenix, centaur-turned-man and the embodiment of her psychic visions.
Love is universal and not limited to the most perfect among us. In this collection of romantic short stories and poetry, love comes to those who are decidedly imperfect, who possess very real human flaws, scars, and challenges. Awaiting us as we are.
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)