Honey

I never wanted someone so bad. You looked at me, my insides started to disintegrate. My skin came alive, started to buzz, hum. Your kisses set all of me on fire. Our hands, mouths were everywhere; touching, pulling, tearing, tasting. You writhed under my skin. Our passion set the world alight. Then they came; put…

Shame

vodka haze, too much music, head pounding, blood pumping you dance, close your eyes, sway your body to the beat vodka and coke clutched in one hand, raise your glass to everybody / nobody swallow the lot in one gulp he starts to dance with you, feel his body move against you, voice whispers filth…

Such Sweet Sorrow

Her: I still love you. That makes everything harder. I love you but don’t want to be with you. How can such a thing be? We’ve always been complicated. I love you, not with the passion of a wife/lover, but like someone loves an old friend / beloved pet. I don’t mean to be cruel….

Empty Places

Leaving does not mean you never loved me. I know our love was fierce once. I know it in my heart. There was a time, too long ago, when we couldn’t get enough of each other, when we spent days in bed, lost in the smell and honey-taste of each other. Your name used to…

The Naughty Drawer

When did I stop being enough for you in bed? I thought we had a healthy sex life, not every day, but a few times a week, nothing to fancy but satisfying enough. How do you think I felt when I opened the bottom drawer and found all that stuff – handcuffs, flavoured condoms, fishnet…

A Slip Of The Tongue

You can’t talk your way out of this one. I know I haven’t been the best husband. I’ve not always told you how I feel, spend more time with my mates than you, forget stupid anniversaries like our first date or the first time we had a meal together. None of that makes me a…

What’s Left Of Me

You fell out of love long before our bed turned cold. For years I pretended not to notice; all the late nights, whispered phone calls, love bites, late night text messages, credit card bills for cheap hotels, gifts that never found their way to me, phone numbers hidden in your pockets, lipstick smears on your…