Six Beginnings
Art Lovers
We met———————
—————–at the art museum.
I, recreating battle scenes
——————with stick figures.
She, sketching mustaches
————————for portraits.
Was love——————-
————————at first sight.
Vices
Blowing smoke away
from her snifter, then sipped,
raising an eyebrow at my water.
“I have my vices,” I replied,
“You’ll see later, maybe.”
Instant Addiction
The first time I
felt a girl’s hips
buck up to me
I was hooked.
1000 Ribbons
She wrapped herself
in a thousand ribbons
and gifted me
with sharp shears.
Inevitability
When the barest graze
of my fingertip
along the furrow
of your slit
comes away
wet
the chain
of events
becomes
inevitable.
Breathe
The first time
she walked by
I forgot to breathe.
Now I’m practicing
for my second chance.
The Erotic Writer 
Raz,
these are so true to life, amazing.
Paul.
In response to ‘Instant Addiction’:
The first time I
felt the coarse down
at my buttocks
I was hooked.
Ahh, very nice, Harper. Thank you!
“coarse down…” I love it too. Very unexpected and so much sexier because of it.