Month: May 2018

Porcelain

Porcelain

Porcelain A short story by Phil Cline   She climbed up on his lap, snuggling her little bottom right down on him, her arms around his neck, giggling “my big, big man, my big sweetie O.”   Sonisay is happy today.  A little flushed.  Happy and indulgent.  Again. Free with her kisses, her snuggles, her shy […]

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Morning Moon

Morning Moon

Morning Moon by Phil Cline   Mist surrounds the morning moon Hovering above night’s remainder, Heaven’s pale reflection of regret.   Dawn waits wet residue to dry, Moist women asleep, their legs languid, Carelessly spread, left apart-by the departed.   The raucous evening’s promises redeemed Foolish jocularity shortened by haste of Dreaded day.  Here any […]

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