REMEMBERING

SHE LAY ASKEW ON THE BED,

BED HAIR COVERING HER PRETTY FACE,

SHE BLEW AWAY A STRAY HAIR COVERING HER MOUTH.

HER BODY ACHED, CRAVED FOR MORE OF THE MAN WHO HAD SHARED HER BODY THE NIGHT BEFORE.

HER THIGHS STILL WET FROM THE EXPLOSION OF HIS PASSION,

HER HEAD STILL FULL OF THE SOUNDS OF HIS PRIMAL SCREAM.

IT MADE HER FEEL SEXY, HER BLOOD WARM.

IT MADE HER YEARN FOR THE PASSION IN THIS REDISCOVERED REALM.

IT MADE HER THINK OF SECRET, UNSPOKEN WORDS.

HER MIND WAS IN A STATE OF STASIS.

REMEMBERING.

FIONA

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BECAUSE THEY HAVE SO LITTLE TIME TO LIVE,

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FIONA

NEW YEAR

AS THE OLD YEAR CLOSES,

AND A NEW ONE BEGINS,

I START TO COUNT MY MANY SINS,

THEY ALL WERE FUN,

THEY ALL WERE GREAT,

AND BOY DID I MAKE THE BEST MISTAKES.

I SMILE AT ALL MY WICKED WAYS,

AND DON’T REGRET A SINGLE DAY,

OF UNLEASHING HAVOC ON THE WORLD,

BEWITCHING, CONJURING, BREAKING RULES,

WILL THE NEW YEAR CALM MY SOUL?

NO WAY, I’LL BUILD A BIGGER HOLE.

FIONA

SUMMER

SCORCHED BY THE MORNING SUN,

TWISTING AND WARPING MY BODY.

I MELT AS THE WANDERING HEAT TARGETS ME, STIFLES ME.

LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME , I CHASE THE COLD AIR.

STANDING IN A COLD SHOWER,

I FEEL THE DROPLETS SOOTHE MY BURNT SKIN.

CLOSING MY EYES I LET THE ICY STREAM CARESS AND THEN DISAPPEAR.

LIKE HARSH WORDS THE SWELTER RETURNS TO INFLICT PAIN.

NO RESPITE FROM SUMMER,

DISINTEGRATING BENEATH THE BEADS OF GLISTENING SWEAT.

FIONA

MERRY CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS SPARKLE, FRIENDLY CHEER,

THIS YEARS END IS VERY NEAR.

LIGHTS AND TREES AND SANTAS SLEIGH,

I HOPE HE GUIDES THE REINDEER THIS WAY.

HAPPY FACES CHRISTMAS MORN,

WRAPPING PAPER SCRUNCHED AND TORN,

THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL LOOKING DOWN,

AT ALL THE JOY IN HER SURROUNDS.

WE LOVE,WE LAUGH, WE ALL HAVE FUN,

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.

FIONA