Kneel and Worshiptritina by Ashley ListerWhen we meet you insist that I should kneel (before we undress, touch, or kiss) and you insist that at your feet I worship It helps that you're so worthy of worship and that I need to kneel at your feet and remain there paying...
Her drowsy skin is stained by French cologne. I watch her writhe to life by candlelight, unfurl her breath against my collarbone. My fountain pen rips through the stockings sewn around her thighs. Through virginal off-white, her drowsy skin is stained by French...
It's only a false dawn, this small startle overturn the wheelbarrow full of pale-purpled damp jacaranda leaves this is now, all I've got left that is mine on this day of raspberry drizzle that leaks in, just lie down with me, please naked, here in the garden among the...
Poetry is the language of disciplinarians and iconoclasts. Poetry is fluidity in rigidity, and structure in chaos. Poetry is lyrical seduction and discordant fuck. Poetry is the gentle violence of words. Poetry is contradictory agreement. Poetry is oxymoronic. Poetry...
There once was a sailor from Wales, Whose rowing boat sank in the gales. The mermaids begged, 'Stay,' To which he said, 'Nay, I want pussy, not hundreds of tails!' B.J. Franklin — 2006 * * * * * There once was a cute pixie maid Who decided she had to get laid When she...
Just three words a poetic idea to sum up What I feel when looking in I see you Looking out at me looking in to see you I can't imagine Just three words saying it all Three words to encompass the past predict the future The present is what it is looking to be At a loss...
Falls to Mabonby Nettie KestlerBeware the woman who walks the fields alone in autumn's gibbous nights. She will smile sweet as a cherry, and yield to your request for an embrace. She might blush, but no heat will ever rise from her. They say the stroke of her breath...
Sue knew a shy chef from Bangkok Who cooked her a stew in a wok. As she savored his gravy It made him so brave he Stirred up sweet Sue with his cock. Tori Diaz — 2007 * * * * * The old bed made loud pops and groans; (It even drowned out Granny's moans); Well, that's...
to leave your shirt a button or two done... i can't explain why this means more than if you'd allowed me your breasts right away! unabashed, as if we'd run a race (though impatience and force may rift any worthy restraint of form to fuck — no regard for either...
The bare twigs against the sad sky have packed their crutches and gone. Deliveries in yellow and fuchsia fill cracks and fists. Somehow, most good things still come in plain brown wrappers — booze and porn — saccharines of the flesh. Seed catalogues and new bulbs the...