Brigantia and the Bard

So then, you’re the filly who left the message at the bar for me to come an’ sit after my performance, yeah? Can’t say I get many fans clamorin’ to share a drink with me these days. Hands don’t play as spry as they used to. So which o’ my songs did you take a…

The Lover

by Serena W. Sorrell   Trail your finger down my spine, oh, love. Trace the outline of my edges. Blow your breath across my skin, oh, love. I’ll give you all my pledges. Oh, love. Oh, burning fingers. Oh, sweet. I love how it lingers. Oh, joy. Oh, your staring eyes. Oh, rapture. You, my…