Reflection
by: Kelli

Your visage slowly fades from my memory
but not the sensation.
The look in your eyes wilts from my mind
but not the jubilation.
Your words turn the coils of my brain
cause my heart fibrillation.
Ah, how unfair it is, you do this to so many
without even the slightest contemplation.

Beautiful Man
by: Kelli

Some may beg to differ
and wonder what I’m talking about
but you, sir, make me quiver
Glorious without a doubt.

Some question your masculinity
and they attack your wardrobe
they’ve no idea of your divinity
or total rights in clothes.

Some say you’re too old
others say too fat
but one look into your oceans
would send me to heaven and back.

Others’ opinions are trivial
mine is all that matters to me
what they say ‘s inconsequential
I’ll tell you what I see.

What you have is unspeakable beauty
the hardest of which to match
the mention becomes my duty
the words are hard to catch.

Your eyes are like the sea
a deep glimmering blue
Lips painted red as a ruby
cheeks lightly rouged.

When clad in “women’s” clothing
as gorgeous as a gal gets
Or in more a”blokey” fashion
Your radiance can’t be met.

What defines what’s attractive?
There are no rules, I guess
but you sir are a Godsend
not simply a bloke in a dress.

FOREVER
By Emma

Lying there beneath the sheet
That clings to the curves of his body,
The pale skin of his shoulders
Exposed where the cover ends.
His body moves gently with every breath,
His head rested upon the crook of his arm,
Fingernails dark against the white sheet.
Shadows fall across him then,
A dark movement in the room.
He stirs, lifts his sleepy head.
A cry freezes in his throat
As he feels hands upon him,
Nails scratch against his flesh,
Holding him down.
A tender kiss touches his neck
Then sudden white sharpness,
A bolt of pain
And his skin yields, running red.
He faces her in this agony,
Sees the black depths of the eyes
That will not leave his,
Eyes that he recognises.
Her lips touch his,
The blood-kiss sealed.
And then he responds,
Trailing red touches down her neck.
Her fingers twist through his hair,
Guiding him until he feels
A slender gash on her throat
And he gasps as he tastes her
Sweet blood within him.
Their eyes locked
As the darkness descends.
Love, eternal.

God, he's gorgeous, I think to myself
As I often do
Think to myself
Blonde-tipped hair, electric blue eyes, strong jaw, soft skin, broad shoulders and a
Wide, generous mouth
What would it be like to kiss such a mouth, I wonder
As I often do
Wonder
I strain to see through the crowd, to see
More of him
Leather pants, good strong legs
Probably never have a chance in a million years, I sigh
As I often do
Sigh
Then the crowd clears, and my gaze slips down
Down to his black shiny patent-leather sling-back four-inch high heels
My eyes dart back up and meet his, and he smiles a languid, sensual smile
Maybe I do have a chance with him, I ponder
As I often do ponder
Maybe