The Erotic Life

Sometimes, it’s nothing more than a foot in the snow, bare in its desire to feel.



From there, it’s the warm caress of spring air on a nearly thawed nipple and the feeling of forest duff on the knees.


Eroticism begets eroticism; feeling breeds feeling.






Everything excites the senses: bread dough, cool fish, firm sand, falling leaves, wet moss, mushrooms, morning coffee, vibrant flowers, muted hillsides, deep waters, the tongue of a cat, the music of verse, and the whispering comfort of her sleeping breath.