Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher913 years 5 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote413 years 10 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe813 years 11 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1513 years 11 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1313 years 11 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote214 years 3 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer214 years 3 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie314 years 3 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf914 years 4 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote114 years 6 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A314 years 7 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote614 years 10 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote214 years 10 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1814 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3014 years 12 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer215 years 5 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer115 years 8 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote315 years 9 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic216 years 1 week ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote216 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Damask rose

Damask rose how fair your beauty holds the light How fair your fragrance subdues the fears of night and how fair your lowly crimson-head Is with gallantry and passion fed.

My love

My love Air tastes plum sweeter in my lungs in my mouth after a tropical storm flowers lick deeper on yellow tongues oil and incense are in art form..? My love

Through sorrows of you

Love is a sacred red rose First you must breathe its Hot fiery scented clothes And then passion permits Unveil your hearts velvet Tear-ripped torment-soul Be thankful not to covet

The bride

Hewn from a strata of galaxies demure Inured with a witchcraft heartrendingly pure The bride wears her wedding dress like haute couture Dressed in a heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior

Candle wax sky

Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise whoever told you, you could dream, beyond those? Monolithic, moonlit, midnight skies to drink the midnight curtain of sleep into waking hours