Escape Velocity
In the no man’s land a mile above some unnamed piece of terrain, only God knew what time it was. The aircraft creaked and hummed in the gentle turbulence, the darkened cabin smelled of precooked meals and filtered air. That great metal bird, with slumbering strangers tucked neatly in its metal belly, carried me towards […]
Agony and Ecstasy
There’s something true about you in your moment of ecstasy. With the shiny sweet wrapper of social order and status peeled away. Once you’ve left your obsession with being desirable behind. There, at that point when the synapses fire and you go blind, when need brings the animal to the surface, there is something utterly […]
Primeval Heat
It’s muggy hot. Too heavy for my bones. The mastodon hours lumber their way into extinction, sinking wearily into the sticky tar pit of the evening. It will go on like this until June: leaden days of drowsy impatience. I’m scorpion in amber, my sting ever at the ready, and no way to get at […]
Extremely Filthy Haiku
For those of you who visit my blog, but aren’t on twitter, or don’t follow me there, I thought I’d offer you the product of a mad twitter Haiku binge that played itself out on our main timeline this morning. Primarily it started as a duel between @mols_erotica and myself, using the #haikunastiness hashtag. However, […]
There Are Days
There are days I wish I’d not met you, never tasted the metal of your words, the bitter tang of your moods or the musk of your heat. There are days I want to cut off my hand, knowing that I cannot let go, yet finding no other way to rid myself of the ache. […]
Transdermal Senryu
The weevils of lust worm their way into my dreams breaching sleep’s stillness. Penetrating skin, pores admit a slurry of sweet obscenities. A diorama of desire projected on a private screen. A red mouth, wet-lipped fingers persuade, then demand; sinews tense on touch. An endless wheel of lust inflamed and satisfied in warm, wet torrents.
Cicatrix
Strip for me, slowly. Show me one piece of your soul at a time. Every new region exposed, offers me a glimpse of deformation. Another scar, another blemish: a burlesque exhibition of each ugliness, and flaw. It makes me wet every time you do that.
Flood/Drought: Poetry & Flash Fiction
I feel a little bad that quite a bit of my work is not available for free anymore, and I keep hyping the books on my blog. So I figure I owe you all a freebie.
So hear it is. A neat collection of all the poetry and flash fiction I’ve written over 2009 in a handy little collection for your perusal. Click to download the version that suits you best.
Lipstick
This is in honour of and inspired by @HerKnight‘s (Knight’s Errant) first piece of long fiction: I Servant. Greta pressed her freshly painted lips together and smiled at Adrian’s reflection in the mirror. “Let me put some on you.” “Don’t be silly. And,” he sat at the bottom of the bed, bare-chested and bronzed in […]
Stickylips
New lipstick today. I smiled at the mirror and stained my mouth with the colour of my own blood. I could frame your mulberry nipple, or, in a mad act of impetuous art, slash your cheek with carmine violence. Or would you prefer I leave your cock ring-tailed? You choose. Today I have stickylips.