Tell me I'm a poet and I'll kiss you on a Monday. We’ll wake up, make love, go to town, we know we’ll have a fun day. Tell me that you love me and I'...
I loved her already, stepping off the plane. I came, saw, conquered. She came more. Love and lust, intoxicant flame! Please be my love, please be my...
Peter Reader’s beloved wife Mary died of liver cancer in 2014. She was only 58. Shortly afterwards a friend told him “It’s not what you’ve done you’...