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· Could you imagine if every star were an orgasms? she says. Why not? Life isn’t long enough for that […]
· Yesterday’s poem should have been the last. My muse of erotic haiku blows me a kiss good-bye? Yes, she […]
· · blowing ····him a kiss good-bye—his taste on her finger’s ········tip · · Redbud | February 26 2017
· Where have you been today, I ask. I’m full of come. What? It just happened. What did? The come, […]
How does she want it? she asks. From behind. And her? On her back with her legs wide as they’d […]
Last night’s poem wasn’t your best. Nobody complained. They’re too polite. I was tired, I say. And what does it […]
· What’s it like to have a girlfriend? she asks. Like having a boyfriend. No, I mean, as a guy—what’s […]
Why don’t you write something romantic? she asks. Haven’t I? Erotic isn’t the same as romantic; and you write as […]
· fucking ····her from behind—she drips from my ········balls · · Redbud | February 19 2017
Where’s my come? I ask. She barely whispers. Say it again, I say, so I can hear it. But she […]
Why do men always look at women’s asses? she asks. Not just her ass, I say. Then what? Her hips. […]
It may be 2 or 3 AM. She looks as exhausted as when I woke her, but a different kind […]
· · old ····lovers—even the bed creaks before and ········after · · Redbud | February 15 2017
· Not in me! Not inside, she cries knowing, at that instant, there’s nothing I’d rather do. · just ····in […]
· Here? she asked. Right now? she asked again. I’ll just lift the back of your dress, just a little; […]