Wordsmith: Always working, very seldom published!

Flaxen blonde hair crept it way down a tanned, slim back framed by two outwardly folding wings of the purest white. A gauzy material that hid virtually nothing from anyone hung limply accentuating the curves of graceful hips and full, ripe breasts. The hardened nipples of dark brown easily being seen as they pressed against the flimsy material in a way that would harden any man mortal or not. She crept down the beach on silent feet that left no impression in the sand, but she needn't have bee...

Valhalla Awaits I fear not what awaits on the other side, For I am a Soldier and I know. Many are the eye that look toward me, Faces of those who have passed before, Not judging, for they have been there also. On feathered wings of resplendent light, I will be carried to the Soldiers paradise. By beauties with golden hair and gleaming swords Streaming through the air, guiding my soul. “Lo, he comes,” is the cry that arises. “Lo, here I am,” is the cry I return. And tears fall for those left b...