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Sharon Black was a pretty nurse with straw coloured hair, and despite the fact that she was almost six feet tall, she looked like a breadth of wind might blow her away. But she was a very strong character and full of self-confidence, but it hadn’t always been that way because when she was a young girl she lived in the village of Bracefield in the Finchbottom Vale and she was painfully shy.

He kneaded her plump little buttocks and then slid his thumbs downward “Oh God” Karen gasped “What’s that called” “Labial massage” he assured her before his fingers parted her lips and she gasped again. “Ooooh I know what that’s called” she moaned

Stage Fright - A Poem by Paul McCann . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSd0_YwB11w . Fright or flight. its Friday night . Fight , flight , fight ,...

Lady Hilda Adams How bitter the smile Hiding behind her veil Waiting for him to write again Her hopes, her aims destroyed So many days have passed...

In a long lost kingdom and a long forgotten time there was a girl with a beautiful voice, like harps and nightingales or the way love would sound if...

1. The moon and the nightingale they were wed in the far off land of dreams. 2. The moon wore a bridal veil on her head made from mist and silver...

The second part of the introduction to a series of verses inspired by Dante's Inferno / The Divine Comedy, exploring modern-day issues in relation to the circles of Hell. I begin with an area just outside the First Circle near the River Acheron. In the original Inferno, this is where those angels who didn't fight for God or Satan - i.e. cowards who made no choice - are forced to remain, barred from both Hell and Heaven. I decided to widen this idea in the context of protests and voting. I have attempted to craft these in accordance with the terza rima scheme and iambic pentameter.

from dusk till dawn