This loss of breath, It’s wrong by design. A same shallow escape; A withdrawal into night As if the stars had hands That clutched at need, desire, worth. In that moment, she looked tired but fulfilled, Yet truth hung obvious to her As a coat on a rack Snow-flight drying By a closed front door […]
Read MoreLet’s turn you over and see how you move. Let’s bind the walls with sweat and guide the length of this effort into trust’s soft worry; where hands clasp at wrists and stretch fingers with delightful apprehension. Kneaded flesh under patient measure, a leather cuff threatening raw burn elation. Unaware, you’ll wait. A tickle and […]
Read MoreIt was gleeful, This delight. The hand finding wet, The body curling under Each hot kiss And confident breath Bred from decades of waiting. She sung high quiet Into a pillow stained with lipstick And the smear of mascara. The moans of approaching release A chorus of measured patience eroding As cliff ledges falling To […]
Read MoreThe cloud canvas explodes with nature’s lust and a huger unsated despite the arrogant swell of her bosom. She’ll tantalize. She’ll uncross her legs and pull longing as if it were a stray thread leading to the unraveled folly of gravity’s earnest hold. Falling into the sky, there’s a sense that Heaven awaits somewhere past […]
Read MoreThe accordion slide of days, with hours squeezed from dawn and released after dusk, sets minutes to measured tones. Low notes suffocate. Highs liberate. And each compression unpredictably threatens discord to open souls, divine fingers either imperfect in their play or malicious. So close off, lock up, place a grand shield over a hole in […]
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