Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Recent Comments

David RL Moore on A Life in the Day
1 hour ago

Tom Doolan on St George’s Day
1 hour ago

Larisa Rzhepishevska on St George’s Day
2 hours ago

Bethany Sallis on SPIKE-LIKE
9 hours ago

Bethany Sallis on Grey daze
9 hours ago

Nigel Astell on Happy Hours for the Edgeley Faithful Extended
11 hours ago

Steve White on A Life in the Day
13 hours ago

Steve White on Rwanda Bound
13 hours ago

John Coopey on SWINGING
13 hours ago

Greg Freeman on A Life in the Day
13 hours ago

Crimson Hills

Kiss me on the willows love,
and frollock with me through
fields of succulent reds,
sharing whispers between the lily-bed
and sneaking kisses afoot the
crimson hills,
always knowing, 
you’re my naughty dream 
in the night time dear,
for whom, I bathe in red.

Read and leave comments (1)

sexqueer sexualitypromiscuity

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message