Hey there Lover. There you lay passed out Beside me softly breathing. We just made violent passionate love Now you rest here sleeping. My thighs are still shaking; My arms, a little sore. Tired, I find my body But my mind, wide awake. Doubts. They come creeping in, Saturating my brain. Is it me you […]
your teeth tore at my throat as my legs wrapped around your waist gripped you tight they were covered in half-healed crescent-moons themselves amongst a backdrop of purple bruises my screams silenced became moans and whimpers lifting your snarling face to mine your eyes shone like black discs and I bit your soft lips ‘tween […]
Your fingers brush against my skin as you gently gather my hair and move it away from my neck. I shiver. I sigh. Inside I’m humming, anticipation for your next touch. Your lips on my shoulder, suction and teeth. I completely bend for you. Your draw is powerful, I am overcome. Intoxicated. Your voice low […]
My review of J. Warren Welch’s poetry book “That’s Not Poetry”.
We should get one thing straight, I’m not gentle laughter and soft words spoken at 2am, I’m not stroking touches and whispers of breath upon your throat, I’m not delicate heartbeats and a musical voice I mean, Unless by softly spoken words you mean that you want your name laced with filthy expressions at 3am […]
My review of Lou Rasmus’ poetry book “Grapefruit Juice.”
In the morning she lay, peaceful as she did, the grasses and trees which took root within her skin stretched toward the sun. The verdant greens of fresh life covered her and she rested, calm. She felt a breeze run across her hilltops and she shivered. A downward pressure and a shift in temperature. The […]
A deliciously bloody collaboration.
my thighs ache and tremble I bite my lip then whisper your name you crash into me I’m panting, begging my fingers digging in pulling you in closer, deeper mesmerized with desire your lips so soft, hungry your eyes dark you say I love you with your body as I lift up and meet you […]
A fever has overtaken my addled mind. My flushed skin feels tight, stretched, too small. In the mirror I see a reflection of a woman, but it’s as if through another set of eyes. I am a stranger within my own flesh. It wasn’t always this way. It’s like I am sitting beside myself, and […]
