B. J. Bradford is a mid 40's a technophile, was raised on the classics and like most boomers, feels he has at least one novel in him. He thinks it must be hiding behind his pancreas or something, because he can't seem to find it! His creative outlets are primarily in the performing arts as a singer, musician and actor. Shall We Dance?
A raging torrent, lust unfurled
While lips that speak have
now been stilled,
A boudoir frenzy, frantic
but
The hands that clasp, and
lips that beg,
Their passions soar and
juices flow
The curtain's down, the
crowd is gone,
Copyright © 2000 B. J. Bradford. All rights reserved.
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