· Could you imagine if every star were an orgasms? she says. Why not? Life isn’t long enough for that many. But maybe life is long enough for the universe. Her lover makes love to her on the sky’s black sheets. Star dust, she says, endlessly and devotedly. · her ····wetness in the bedsheets—his inside… Continue Reading
· Yesterday’s poem should have been the last. My muse of erotic haiku blows me a kiss good-bye? Yes, she says, perfect. Maybe it still is? But you’re not done yet. But I have you. But maybe I’m also ready for another lover. You won’t. Why not? Because you’re not that kind of a muse.… Continue Reading
Will,
an entire picture with three brush strokes.
Paul.
And tell me you haven’t been there…
mwhahahahaha…omg that …yes!
nilla
It’s — it’s just that — no, can’t excuse it. :-/
This twists so deliciously, I could feel it in my throat. Perfect.
Brilliant!