Shape Shifter of Love: By Jim Atwell

Ah Love, you illusive shape shifter.
You are my nothing and my all.
Your dance of form intoxicates me
I drink in your dreams and
I am drunk with your passions.

Much Love
Jim Atwell

O Quiet Dragon: By Jim Atwell

In the cave of my loins sleeps a quiet dragon.
Slowly she awakens; with a little prodding from myself I must admit. Continue reading “O Quiet Dragon: By Jim Atwell” →