Pheromones
Maybe to your surprise, I do not live from the oxygen I breathe. I live from the pheromones that slip up from your dirty clothes on my floor. I live from the…
Princess Vivandier
He was upon her, his urgency pounded out on her shell, “General Tilth needs you!” “My father?” Viva panicked. Dropping her load of aphid milk, she raced…
Baking
The scent of her baking a stirring in the making a whiff from her lips sets my heart a stir oh where is my woman? My wife, my soul