Torn Egyptian cotton drapes thighs tender from your caress grazes nipples firm from your touch cradles curves conquered by your hands. Running water somewhere beyond this dewy recollection promises more, but I don't want to lose your fingerprints. Wrapped in Me You'll...
By the turtle pond skipping stones cast ripples there sheltered from the sun. A kiss in the gazebo; rushes quiver, mid-day heat. ~ At Petaloudes the falls cascade into pools. Butterflies scatter where you fall through the tangle and I come plunging after ~ Dormant...
In the phosphorescence of blue-black light her skin pales, as if frosted snowy white, contra lips the black-red of dried blood. Cheeks stained with the high red of wine and the exquisite coterie of her breasts ascends above her bodice; twin moons rising to beguile....
Truly Horrible Erotikishka Pomes One of the writers at ERWA posted a technically perfect villanelle which hied us back to the artistic squabbles between Alexander Pope and Colley Cibber. It reminded us that poetry has been used for satire, burlesque and now we're...
Boomzooboom(portmanteaus: the combination of words to create a new word)by Sybil RushWhere are the cattifabled females The cornereyed razors, the ragewhispered jealouslurs? Why no massibutt, slutdisgrace, anorexiscarecrow Uppitysmug accusations?No spongemen here...
The Golden Mean, the Rule of Three, a Fibonacci Sequence of events led your mouth to mine where slide ruled. And when Binet's recurrence occurred, I held you tight against me when you gasped my name as prayer sliding from your tongue. I lost my faith in numbers then;...
fondant creme sugarslick from lapping at her candycolored center the subtle tryst of their sheets kiss-quenched, drenched those lovers, these beds those hands around her heart thighs opening, openingwinging winged flight fingers upriver always the uber quest to fuck...
A Villanelle by Rachel Green The strands of velvet rope about your skin bite deep and leave the marks of subtle pain a testament to patient discipline. Hoisted high on pulleys we begin exploring pleasure in a lighter vein; the strands of velvet rope about your skin...
Pop the bubbly, drink the champagne from out between my thighs. Force the bottle sprays like sweet rain, mouth to lips of sighs. Champagne challenge from my Master to put me in my place. Rearrange the balance quickly pleasures cross my face. Pop the bubbly champagne...
It Slips Awayby John EHow does it come to us, what we consider held in memory, released by a glance? A small glow over her shoulder's shiver, and how as it faded time disproved chance.Sudden morning. She's walked to the river. Myself here, awash in the same sun's...