Floral Game

I wear the lilies like a dress. Moving to my rhythm, they creep; their dreams are dancing in my head and softly singing me to sleep.   Violets lick my honeyed praises, whispering a shy spell to keep; their laughs are hiding my black wounds and causing skeletons to weep.   Fires slip into my […]

Booty Call Rules

I’m completely twitter-challenged, but this recent trending topic had a several points worth repeating. (Thanks, Cosmo magazine!)     *Park two blocks over from the crib. I got spys. *U can’t leave hickies above the shoulders *Leave before the blizzard starts! *It’s a friendship not a relationship. *No you can’t come to the family cookout. […]