Coated in candy, honey and whipped cream Kindled fires of flesh, lost in a dream Of the act, the players came The stadium darkened, ready for the game She, a goblet, of clay or pure gold He, a bamboo straw, in boiled water turned cold Wild is the wolf; eager, the child But which is which and who will be defiled In the end, from the heated night The two ships part, in a glacial delight They thus moved on, with no words nor...
Out of the woodwork like roaches you gather thinking my feelings don't even matter What did you gain were there any riches You all just seem to be jealous bitches Who did we hurt by playing the game Stand up and be counted show me your name We are all here for one reason or another Did we hurt anyone or curse out your mother You all stand there on your pedestal so proud Aren't you all screwing around too For crying out l...
Oh how I love you! I love you more than water I love you more than air I love you more than food Oh how I love you! The way you smileThe way you walk The way you shake your ass Oh how I love you! I love our kisses in the morning Our hugs during the day Our cuddles at night Oh how I love you! Our great sexual chats Your great blowjobs after work Our great hot wild sex Oh how I love you! I would do anything for you I would...
Margo sat huddled in the dark basement. Upstairs, she heard the "click" of the back-door opening - opening in a sneaky sinister sort of a way. That door was supposed to be locked! Margo thought, her heart racing. How did he get in so easily? Wow, this is creepy! I feel like I'm in some kind of horror movie. How did I get to be in this situation, anyway? But Margo already knew the answer to that question. The reason she wa...
The wake-up alarm sounded in my quarters. That irritating oddly pitched buzz filled my head as my mind drifted into consciousness. They have scientifically created the sound that our hearing and brains can’t ignore. I think it is a combination of a baby’s cry, the sound of a cat whose tail is stepped on, and a nagging wife all rolled up into one sound, and then add a little screech of fingernails on a chalkboard. “I’m awa...
Today was busy An opening, dinner and a movie Then a walk along the river Before heading home... Once there it was time to relax, Opening the veranda doors, stepping out Walking over, leaning against the railing, Looking out at the city lights. I hear you walk out Placing two glasses on the table Before walking over to me, “What are you thinking?” you ask “Us," I reply Smiling, wrapping your arms around me Pulling me agai...
It’s food I want. My mouth devouring grapes and berries plucked and juicy on my lips. I want to dig potatoes buried in the earth and boil them soft, unpeeled. I want to eat so I can look into my woman’s eyes and with my hunger fill her womb with seed and watch her bloom and bring our hungry children to the air, her wet milk on their mouths so they can cry and breathe and grow. I want my hunger satisfied so I can shout a...
I pulled out the note from my pocket and looked at the address my colleague had jotted down. It turned out that I’m about twenty meters from the place. The building was old, with crumbling stucco walls and a richly graffitied entrance. It was obvious though that it had once looked beautiful and memorable, probably sixty or seventy years ago. The entrance door creaked pitifully as I pressed the handle. I was about to start...
I awoke to the feeling of your warm bodywrapped around meand the rhythm of your regular breathingruffling my hair. I felt so safe at that moment. Memories returned of a different sort of breathing as your body blanketed mineand your strong, erect length invaded me. Hands grasped at my tenderest spots bruising, possessing, owning every inch. Your kisses were drugging.Your voice a vibration that stirred my whole body to ope...
I wonder how many packages like this are sent through the mail everyday. Dozens? Thousands? Millions? Tiny envelopes or large boxes filled with the belongs of someone you used to know. T-shirts, photos, silverware, sex toys, baseball cards. All of the crap forgotten by "him" or "her". The person that now must remain nameless. These random items bouncing around in a cardboard box on it's way to Cleveland or San Francisco o...
I got some c**e with this girl I met the other day50 dollars split to numb the pain awaylife's a whole lot easier when your body's numbyou sni**, snor (record skip)t, and swallow till you can't feel your gumsfor a few short hours the world fits right where it belongs:with no feelings and a girl on your armeverything seems more bearabletolerableI can deal with itas long as there's something or someone to veer me off topicI...
