Linda Marie Van Tassell > Writing | WritersCafe.org

Gardens in winter seem most bare, but seeds were planted yet unknown.

Let me lick my words into your ear, tied down to my bed in thoughts of you. Flick the flesh I love so dear, just think of what I can do. From be..

Sunlight lays down upon the sheet beside me, the softest rose color that shimmers light and sweet, becoming a hotter flame as it grows. I turn int..

It loved me once, that rose beneath your breast.

In the narrow space of time, gods and men struggle for peace - a tear here, a prayer there - some small trickle of release. Homer's heroes have ..

You move through me like a silent zephyr.

Upon the bed we are inclined; and in each other, pleasure find. You hold me tight in your embrace, sweet kisses falling upon my face. I need not s..

My heart is a green universe, the sky I wear.

You are my religion.

My body hungers, starves for you ...