Cryptic Fiction

Welcome to Cryptic Fiction. I created this site because I believe that the art of the story is fading.

For centuries tale-smiths passed down our history and inspired us, creating new worlds that excite our imaginations and explore our humanity.

It's why I write, and I thank you for giving me an opportunity to reach out to you through my first love, the written word.
The Storm

I dream the storm;
My mind consumed-confounded
With thoughts of smoldering eyes
Sensual, as the burning pyre
Of desire entices me, entreats me
To unravel the mystery
Of the flesh that lies beneath silk
While betwixt tenant and intent
Twin souls seek sublime release.

I dream the storm;
As a quarter till midnight
The silent space between breaths
Is naught but the little death
Hurried, enraptured, insistent
Arched back, curved delicate thighs
A whimper, a moan, a wordless exchange
While full and luscious lips kiss playfully
And exultation, like a shadow,  greets the dawn.

And so it is, that I dream the storm...

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