I was never much of a dancer. I can bust some free-style moves on a nightclub dance-floor should the occasion call for it, but when it comes to slow dancing with a partner, I have two left feet. So when...
’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, except one naughty mouse, The mistletoe was hung in the bedroom with care, And underneath there she lay, with lowered underwear. Slumped over pillows, amorously...
Excerpt from Self’s Blossom: Here, she was on a beach, pure and simple. Now the sea breathed heavily, whispering and murmuring to her. It was returning her stare, speaking to her. It was the spirit of love, beckoning her with...
