Parade ready

She assembles intentions with great care, Positioning them in a tight phalanx, An army of brave soldiers preparing for warfare. First to last, major to minor, at parade ready. Her ambitions await her direction, A cue to proceed into the nebulous fray. Tensions high, anticipation hopeful. Best laid plans can be lead stray Without reinforcements … Continue reading Parade ready

Her favorite

lime slices

“You’re my favorite,” she said, trailing a lacquered nail along his arm, his cheeks flushing as scarlet as her polish. He nervously sipped his seltzer and lime through a paper straw, trying but failing to not stare, his eyes inherently drawn to her ample and barely contained bosom. Later he couldn’t remember the color of … Continue reading Her favorite