The Walrus

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My stories

Alchemical Reverie

And now, in the milky cloud of his worship for you and only you I sense a luminescence seldom seen, a delicacy rarely tasted and almost never known completely.

Serpent Kundalini

Besieged by an ever increasing heat the monster Eros (if that its real name) rears its ugly, deceitful head one last time

Footbig And The Sad Saga Of Charlie Grapes

“Footbig?” I'm sure he would grumble if he could talk. “Too right - unfortunately such is my name, and I blame it all on a certain would-be comedian not a million miles away.”
Cherry

My Dim Recall

the whys and wherefores of that devastatingly brutal rejection are lost in the mist of past lives lying one atop another like so many shed skins.
Cherry

The Waterhole

I need a jolt from your electrodes, I ache for a vivifying shock as much as a soft caress.

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