We will be caught when the hot rain makes rivers of the back roads and there is nothing to do but wait out the storm We will kiss filthysweet and full of longing feet on the dashboard sweat between our stomachs Your mouth will bloom like a bruise to whisper the confessions your body made…
Starless, the midsummer night breathes the lilac breeze across our backs our fronts too electrically entwined to notice
“I want to fuck poetry into you. Alas, I cannot so you will have to write it for me. I then want you to recite it as you fuck yourself …”
‘Twas the scene before Christmas, when all through the kitchen A submissive was squirming, whining, and twitching. Her throat was adorned with a red leash and collar As her Dominant fucked her, sucked her and mauled her. The steel plug was nestled all snug in her cheeks, while her nipples were tortured and suffered…
My heart is growing deeper Quiet, verdant Scrawled across it Your name in Emerald ink Three syllables of fire Smouldering like wet branches We are the sin before Original Sin We are the Slow burn Of a thousand dying stars And I am drowning at the Breakwaters of your thighs …
I’m sleepless with want every breath is air I’m breathing that you are not Restless I’m skin-hungry bloodshot waiting on my knees in the dark for your smile
Should you be near the garden gate When autumn’s days are running late You’ll see a figure turn and wait And in the shadows you’ll debate If you’ve seen the Garden Ghost You’ll see her there amidst the gloom A witch without her cat and broom Her silence like a vacant tomb The fleeting…
In honour of the inspirational photo by @19syllables for this week’s Friday Flash I have taken a stab at writing some haiku, one for each image. Haiku is not a form I use very often, but I have always enjoyed them. My hat is off to those who, like @19syllables, can rattle off a haiku…
pretty words from pretty lips falling fast like rain fingertips on eager hips I’ll make you wait again you won’t know when it’s coming but you’ll know when it arrives the squeal of steel, the rush of blood careening down your thighs the red runs rich in rivulets the edge is what we…
I asked him for it. For the blood, for the rust, for the sin. I didn’t want the pearls other girls talked about, or the fine marble of palaces, or even the roses in the mouth of servants. I wanted pomegranates— I wanted darkness, I wanted him. So I grabbed my king and ran away…
Kiss me slowly while the storm rolls in and I’ll bite you softly as the lightning strikes (just the way you like it) Rub your face in my neck, and in my sweet wetness, the way a dog rolls in the scent of a thing he finds delicious We have never kissed in the rain…
Your Love is my shepherd; I shall not want It allows me to lie down in the greenest of pastures, safe beside Your still waters It restores my soul And though I walk, nightly, through The Valley of The Shadow of Dreams, I will fear no Evil for Your Love is with me Your words…
light as air, she’s always on top her gaze an atom bomb behind my eyelids and I feel like I’m drowning in her desire until she teaches me to swim she rides me wild and shows me dreams of the forests in her mind wings spread as she ascends turning me inside out then outside…
Silenced, the stillness in your smile pins me in place Heavy words make way for heavy eyes and the Limits of this dance expand in the quiet space we’ve carved My mouth is empty of words My mind is empty of thoughts Excepting you, accepting me Tethered to you In word, in deed, indeed You’re…
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. from Sonnett XVII by Pablo Neruda
Once upon a time …