Phone Calls From Philly
He called me his light I was his sun Brightness in the dark Scorched love and heavenly pussy he said He was darkness and sin Everything I shouldn’t do Or have done Just the thing I was looking for Dropped to his knees Licked me to the core Swirling around and about and above He, Me, We orbited He and Me Night and Day Sun and Moon Dusk to Dawn to Dusk to Dawn to He and Me
Bass and Strings
sweaty bodies press listen, understand, we know our eyes to the stage
Papa I got a new Daddy now he don’t care where I been or if I’m workin’ Papa I got a new Daddy now he calls all the time let me know he wants me Papa I got a new Daddy now he don’t care when I break the glass or shake the ass Papa I got a new Daddy now he got only one baby me
open open me on my back widespread and wet open and wanting my breasts my skin tense and wild kiss me lick me bite me want me more and more and more oh more fill me stretch me fingers in me on me teeth tongue all over and alive craving aching drinking us in oh oh oh yes let me cry out all over you and fill each fracture between us with more need let me in let me taste and feel you quiver between...
Training class again last night. A new job, a new place, a new set of training and forced mingling. I can mingle, I can be friendly, I can play this part. I exchange hellos and how-do-you-dos and pleasantries of this nature and take my seat behind a very loud woman who feels the need to tell everyone all about her plans for the weekend. In mind numbing detail. She asks, perfunctorily, what...
Watching The Door
I’ve become that girl that girl with the butterflies the knots the stomach turned inside out waiting for you just to arrive the thought of you and I naked together mere hours before this dinner where you meet with my friends making me lightheaded turning me into that that girl that waiting anticipating expectant anxious excited nervous girl
on the night train to Carlisle I met my lady love she slid the doors closed and her clothes off I became the one to see her breasts in the passing light of churches and homes and stations the light filtered through the window and she moved in the dark to the rhythm of the slow slow slow click clack bring it back click clack click clack click slow slower more to the right rhythm of...
Teacher In The Next Room
His skin is soft, smooth, warm, and smells of almonds. The sweet baked smell of almonds. I lean to taste his skin, and the scent fills my nose, filling me, flooding my mouth when I run my tongue along his nipples. The scent and taste swirling around my head and I want to take in all of him, I want to swallow him whole. My mouth on his chest is wet and he begins to make little noises, noises that...
I could wait wait wait forever sit still do what or who I’m expected to do I’d not get what I want from the likes of you each time I’m a good girl hoping for you to make the move you say you’ll make I wait wait wait like a good girl should do eventually fuming feeling my teeth beginning to grind knowing I can say nothing or I can simply explode all because I tried again to be the good girl for you
you could read my books to understand what I think look, see what I know you could live where I have loved be welcome inside of me
Kiss me again She whispers He puts a hand Over her mouth To help Himself refuse
how long must I wait for you to name the reason that you made me wait
Hate all the people, all the time.
-Are you in class today?
-Yes, it is so fucking cold in that theater, I have to run to get coffee.
-Coffee isn't going to help.
-Okay I have to run to get away from the young people in my class that I have nothing in common with.
-Every day I wake up.
-You make me so proud.
-There is this pair that was talking when I left and it made me want to stab someone.
-Were they talking at you?
-Near me. But she had a look on her face, and so did he, and their words were nothing like the looks on their faces, and it made me want to interrupt and just interpret for the two of them, cut to the chase because bullshit irritates me so much right now.
-But flirting is fun.
-It wasn't flirting, it was "I'm not pretty enough." body language on her part. Followed by "I'm so gonna nail this broad" leaning on his part. Sometimes men are so obvious I think that instead of light-bulbs they should have little hard-ons pop up over their heads.
-What a great idea, then I could cruise with ease. Oh and we should totally have cartoon eye-lines so we can know what the guys we like, like about us.
-Why is it when I'm filled with hatred of people you come back at me with cartoonish ideas and make this in to a silly fun plan?
-Can't hate everyone all the time.
Properly Ordered Truth
we sat we sat a lot him talking me listening him telling me all those very very important things that kept me in place sitting sitting in order proper order listening to him talking when he finally asked asked me about my day about me asked about I tell my fun story his silence deafening followed up with a quick shot of fury his fury which sticks clings to my belly that scars my eyelids today the...
She's Better, I'm Gone
you told me last night in passing as I slid down your body kissing away my last inhibitions sighing away my final insecurities you told me last night as my mouth traveled and wandered opened and found all the doors that unlocked my possibilities you told me last night that you’d found the real love that love you’d searched for so very long you told me last night in passing before you took me again...
Porn can be such a weird thing for me. There are times that if I find the right porn, it can be sexy, it can be enticing, it can be exactly what it is supposed to be - exciting. A lot of times though it is just really attractive people that aren’t me fucking. Not exciting, just sort of a reminder I’m all alone in the middle of the night staring at a screen. Not great. But there is something...
Purgatory is a Bus Stop in Cleveland
Caught up in feeling a fool. A fool believing he loved me at all. Expelled from the heavenly gates of her acceptance he turned. Turned to me. Turned. Turned on. Turned lying eyes on me. Turned. Left without his angel there was only me. Purgatory lover. Bus Stop passing fuck. Hail Mary. Our Father. Blessed Penance. He kept coming everyday. Putting in the time. Each I love you sacrament....
Timed Piece With Six Words
this is what we crawled from the ooze for to worship before her from that pumpkin round ass those bumptious breasts that make your hands curve in a subtle wish every inch of that frame is why you’re glad you’re alive from the crisp lip to the solid stance now on your knees to worship the way she wants the way she needs on your knees to worship if you want to please a queen like that a queen you’ve...
Sharing With Him My Publication
I handed him the book and his huge fingers flipped through my pages he opened to my words and he read he reads my words he read my words his face changed contorted in response to me to my words he smiled he frowned he reads he read my words I opened to him every night strained against his hips scratched down the hunkered back called out his name every time he bit down and left his mark little...
Trying to Find
fused at the mouth wanting to know precisely how I ask all my memories to chase themselves from my mind I need to be in this moment feel I want to feel fingers to teeth to tongue to mind memories still flash I chase and chase am haunted hunted by spectres incompetent at quietude incapable of calm wanting to be where you are lost inside trapped by my own pathos trying to find a new path back to...
she gave it all but the secrets to me
she gave it all but the secrets ripe fruit no vine long legged long sighs thick long hair blonde strands in my hands round hipped cherry smiles body so lush as to be illegal so illegal Fines Double On Sunday luscious, fecund, lush, ripe, she was rich, rich, rich rich of flesh, words, moans rich of thought and purpose there was much of her and she gave she gave she gave it all but the...
Spin the Bottle
standing behind me you make me safe standing behind me I am warned warmed stand behind me press your body closer I feel the heat standing behind me I feel damned dangerous standing behind me I feel your breath tingle my neck your mouth unseen standing behind me you are only heat against me arousal strength stand behind me disappear from my sight tempt me stand behind me I lose you win just...
Talking in a Circle
-Not the same.
-Crazy? Sexy? What are we talking?
-Why do crazy and sexy come out of your mouth in the same breath?
-Because they happen so often together.
-Only to you.
-No to everyone.
-You pick out the crazies.
-Because they are hot.
-Can she be crazy if she is really beautiful?
-I think there is a high tolerance level for beauty.
-I think you're crazy.
-Only if she's hot.
cover up your motivations are showing
Two Lane Hallway
he walks the tunnels we pass each other every morning beneath our workplace and I resist the urge every single morning to press him to the painted concrete and bite my way along his bearded chin
I don’t know what I want to feel I wish I could feel indignant there just isn’t that much in me right now I wish I could feel something I just feel kind of smudgey like something really ugly has been burned to the ground in front of me and I am covered in the ashes and smoke from standing too close to the blaze I should feel glad that I am just dirty not burnt your fire would have needed to be...
she came to me alone and wild with her body soft and warm and hair flowing down her back she came to me and loved me raw her nails wore down my skin and tore away my innocence she came to me full of tears and pain her mind twisted to hate and hands so smooth and mean she came and made me love her her smile took my youth and gave me just a taste she came to me aged and brittle with venom in her...
Saturday Double Kegger
your hands were slick as you slid inside the house was filled with laughter and noise you kissed me silent afraid your friends would hear as you took me against the door the knob rattled against my thigh each time someone needed in I put my foot on the tub and you dropped while I held tight onto the sink people started to bang on the bathroom door they finally went away when I screamed your name
When We Touch
a god when we touch I control your heaven keep your hell at bay skies and earth in my fingers weather and seas on my tongue
talk when you take me grunt your approval at how I’m wet around you
Her skin was what did it for me. That smooth goth pale, with the sweet bright patches of pink whenever she was cold, at her cheeks and along her fingers. The only memory of her that maintains its intensity is licking down her spine, stopping to smell her dusk at the small of her back, sinking my teeth into her tiny pale ass, leaving just a small pinkish flushed spot. Running my tongue between...
The Quality Of His Mercy
-You do understand this drives me crazy?
-I can understand that, I just have some issues where this is concerned.
-How hard can this be, girls are always ready for a little pussy eating action.
-You aren't helping right now.
-Okay okay, let me put my sensitive hat on and help out. Can you place your initial fears for this?
-Well the first two were abysmal experiences, does that count for anything?
-So I can't do my favorite thing in the whole fucking world because of two fucking idiots?
-What the fuck, I know you like eating pussy, you dated your share of girly girls, you've gotta understand where I'm coming from right now.
-I'm understanding, that doesn't make it easier. You are like asking me to give up an issue instantly, something I can't do, something I'm just not ready to do.
-Okay what was bad about these first two, maybe if we get that shit out of the way we can get down to me getting down.
-Just there was impatience with one, and I felt like if I didn't get off quickly, I was wasting her fucking time, then the other there was violence and you know well he bit me. Like hard enough to draw blood, and it just freaked me out, really really badly because I was zoning and riding my wave and not expecting rough play or nothing.
-Plus you've got like... I never really understood where I put my hands, and it is really intense and it is total trust, complete trust. My most sensitive pink bits right there under your gnashers.
-You might not have thought that if nobody had ever fucking bitten you.
-Maybe. I don't know about the hands thing though.
-When you are on a girl, where do they put their hands? Why can't you put your hands in the same place?
-I just think of pleasure for me different for me than when I give it.
-I guess I can see that, I get something different when I get to make you come than when you make me come, I can see that, I can, but you gotta trust me, this has to happen, or we are never gonna get to any other steps together. I have to know you trust me.
-What if I wrote it down somewhere?
-I'll write it with my tongue, 'cause this is happening. Think of things that might help, I got over that fetish of yours, I jacked off for you, you have got to do this for me.
-Okay, things that might help, you have to stop whenever it gets to be too much.
-We can start that way, but after a while you can't stop me every five seconds.
-Agreed. Maybe you could start this first time by covering my eyes, just so I can't get distracted and nervous.
-With my hand, or with like a scarf?
-Your hand, that will give me something to do with my hands, I can hold on to you.
-All right, no problem.
-Do we have to try it tonight? Are you sure you don't want like a blow job or something?
-This has to happen.
-Okay, okay. I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be.
The Quality Of His Shyness
-You taste like oranges.
-Because I’m wearing my hippie orange lip gloss.
-Does it have hemp in it?
-No, nothing addictive about my lip gloss.
-I wouldn’t say that. You think maybe later you could, uhm, ya know.
-Leave an orange scented ring around your cock?
-This is why I keep you around; you say the things I can’t.
-And do the things you can’t.
-I might be able to one day.
-Dare to dream baby, dare to dream.
are you sure there is absolutely not a way we can find to fuck where you just look somewhere else and possibly not at me
Romantic Cabin Mourning
The sun’s rays began to blend into the mountain and it became a clearer and clearer night as I watched the shadows fall across the room in a steady line of ever intensifying darkness. Her skin glowing bright against black sheets, she was lovely in the growing atmosphere. He lay asleep behind me, and I knew that once the two of them wakened things were going to become quite bad, or remarkably nice...
don’t laugh I’m nervous too can’t get to you soon enough can’t breathe I want, you smile laugh when I sigh top to toe and explode
Fill in my inadequacies with your misunderstandings we can be a pile of mediocrity and it will be just like we did get married that weekend when you asked and I had to tell you twice that marriage wasn’t for me.
They've Never Named One After Me
he balances the maddening soft kisses and tiny bites that simply introduce my flesh to the delightful possibilities of his teeth I struggle to get more of his mouth on me more of me in his mouth inarticulate pleading inside wanting him to understand the frenzy his calm has released I grind and toss and pitch I am a flurry waiting to cascade swirling in fury and hunger tearing at his composure he...
Your Promises That Your Promised
give me everything I want it now give me all you got I want it now I don’t have to wait for my dessert I don’t want to wait for sex I don’t have to wait for money I don’t want to wait for you give me everything I want it now give me everything I need it now I have no time to wait don’t make me wait give me everything I want it now the world on a platter the universe on a string the stars in my...
Right off 13th
even in her heavy bellied state weighed down and rubbing the object of her girth contemplating the future the baby the birth she thinks during her morning walk she remembers those moments before before swollen ankles swollen wrists before swollen everything as she rubs her baby belly and pauses on her morning walk biting her bottom lip she remembers those moments before staring at the three...
You Asked Me To Stop
I used to touch you all the time. We held hands, and each other, slept in the same bed, and used to touch all the time. Time and age have changed that, changed us. We don’t touch anymore, and we never sleep next to each other. Our worlds are clearly separate. Clearly. There are moments when the wall is thinner than others, moments when I can see what we used to be to each other. I can see...
Saturday Morning Cartoons Remind Me Of You
friday night dreams that stretched to saturday mornings that lasted ‘til evening you told me to stop being sorry misunderstood me like always so we could make up again holding each other when the sun came up cartoons at dawn under the covers till noon pajamas and cereal it felt good to just be never as simple anymore letting go of our past holding onto my heart talking to you just isn’t the...
I wanna taste fresh inked flesh trace tongue along artistic lines wonder exactly what was the thought when needle punctured the past spill blood and paint along my tastebuds to color up today let me understand
Why Does the Word of the Thing Need to Compete?
a blind witness to the words of an event I know nothing about somehow somehow she brings me with her she brings me with her I can but follow caught snared on words that testify to the validity of this miracle of every second of breathing of life’s wonders
She Knows He Doesn't Know She Knows
he holds her tight she knows he misses the scent of another woman she knows she isn’t a fool it doesn’t matter much it makes them even sometimes she misses the feel of another woman too still he holds her tight secure in the knowledge that she doesn’t know that he misses the scent of another woman
sucked so hard that night blood rushing from my nipples to cover those lips
Quarry to Ground
breast to breast her back to his chest she lay sweaty spent by our fervor our exuberance her hair a charcoal sketch over my paper skin his hand a dark outline against her peach bitten leg disappearing into the shadows of the room as we smile to each other finally captured our girl for a night
touch long and smooth flesh to flesh He sits across from me, and I watch his fingers do the simplest things. He picks up his fork, he cuts his food, he wipes the condensation off his beer. put them in me on me gentle fingered rough tipped We talk about the waiter and his eye contact that lasts a bit too long. He laughs and tells me about his day at work, about the odd new guy. His smiles,...
She Tells Me He Bores Her
He made her feel just right. They met Tuesday and had drinks. The kinds of drinks that come straight or on the rocks, and never know the whir of a blender. He called her lovely, and she laughed for his delight. They danced after drinks and held each other’s attention. She drove and he followed, so they could say goodnight. He asked for a kiss. She left her keys in the lock and turned her mouth up...
not much is harder than playing out transgressions from the woman before