You lying naked in a wet towel, covered with fierce thirsty bees. The heat buzzing almost as loud as wings. Me in a wet towel, too, with a sun so hot it knocks larks from the sky. Honey badgers have been found stung to death in hives. © 2004 by Mark Allinson. All...
tonight we swell like bark on tree boles: summer dark curls around street signs, the foolish picket fence with one rail missing, the man standing as if strapped to it all. a small wind frumps & fusses like a meddlesome aunt. sap blows through the roots to the...
Scarsby Nettie Kestler Audio available as scar.mp3The cancer shaved me into a plank of a woman, the scar - a lash across my chest. I prayed you would not touch me, that you would spare me the birch of your caress. My pain froze your fingers which froze your lips and...
The guy across the street is looking at me looking at you. Once in a while his face is hidden by a rushing umbrella. As we talk I think of our talk last night, how I looked at you, and how you watched me looking at you. Wisps from sewercaps filter through your face...
i. Affix on me your stern and stiff attention, Approach me with sail wide open To meet and ride my undulations. I teach to you a cunning prow- ess. I see the wooden figurehead. I'll break myself upon your bow. ii. Not wishing to mar possible futures I dipped my oars...
Sigh softly, Sunshine Slipping sinewy slumber Sweet suckable skin Plunder panting pleasures Plumping; penetrating; peaking Passions pulse powerful Drenched, dripping, drowning Darkly delicious desires Dowsing deeds done © 2012 Nikko Lee. All rights reserved. Content...
babe nothing quite as satisfying as my head buried in your armpit my shoulder falling asleep inhaling our funk stepping over strewn jeans and empty video cases eating cookies made just because swishing dish water captured on film so later you can watch your honey...
first; your kiss stained a watermark only seen in a certain light later; you marked me your touch a tattoo under the crust of my skin but; in the shivering fluorescent dawn you left my heart unfinished ( in a certain light I can still see the watermark ) © 2007...
She said I was a slut-hoe, because I travelled to meet you, already wanting to fuck you, knowing I was going to fuck you, and I did fuck you, with lustful passion in the heart of San Francisco, in a public spa rented by the hour. I walked in unapologetically,...
I've lived in the land Of the northern lights Where the sun goes down For a hundred nights But what I'd do, Where I'd go, To spend a night with you. I've dug for gold And found it too; And lived like a King In Kathmandu, But what I'd give, What I'd do, To spend the...