Nectar
The honey bee knows the sweetest nectar is from the ripest figs fulsome and sticky bleeding milk from their stems their dusky skins nearly splitting in the summer heat. The ripest figs lure the most bees The riper the fig, …
Tag: summer erotica
Summer School
Let’s play Summer School. I’ll be the teacher, you be the student. I’ll put my hair up in a bun and wear my glasses, I’ll rap you on the knuckles if you fidget or misbehave. You can skip the panties, …
Popsicle
The thermometer by the back door belied the heat of the afternoon; it was breezeless and blue-skyed, the kind of heat that made Owen’s blood feel thick and syrupy. Mowing the lawn had been a mistake, he should have waited …
