#Instinct – #twittersmut
Don’t give me reason or caution or polite civility. Give me desire: the truth that only flesh tells. Not considered or strategized, but instinctive and irrational. Want me because you sense me. Because my skin, my muscles, my cunt call to you and will not let you sleep. Because no breath is deep enough to […]
Come To Me (Twitter #cometome)
Come to me singing, with pipes and drums, of mysterious moons and secret souls that live in the babbling brook. Come swaying hips And breasts, with chimes jingling from belt and ankles. To wave your hands and weave tales into a starry feastday tablecloth. At the dawn, sing me born of births, of brothers grappling […]
Mysterious Small
If you were here in the humid, scented dark, I’d tell you what the moths whisper with their wings when they brush stars. If you were here I’d show you where the wet green moss makes love to ragged stones. If you were here I’d carve your breath into rain clouds and watch the sun […]
I Fall
I fall into you tumble down into the impossibility of your blind alleys plummet from a great height into the web of your passages sound out the street names as if calling to a dead lover. I miss you without having ever known you. Pine for the broad arms of your boulevards and the leafy […]
Now I Know #twitterfiction #smutpoetry
Now I know how low I’ll go. Into the bottomless pit with the 600 and me there in the gore of the battlefield smug and mud-covered, cackling like a mad whore at a funeral. What dignity? I scream, clawing at my clothes as if they were jellyfish sent by Neptune to see if I’d budge. […]
Blindness
“Don’t let him.” “I warned you. Didn’t you think I’d keep my word?” Above her head, the restraints bit into the flesh at her wrists where the bone was close to the skin. Her muscles twitched, her arms flexed, she tugged and winced. At her ankles, the sting was worse and the hard edges of […]
The Tower
As she passes, I catch the scent and my entrails coil and knot like a ball of newly born snakes. My sister reeks of her despicable habits. No matter how thoroughly she bathes, I can smell it: the stench of peasant seed. All the baths in Persia, all the perfume in Venice cannot cover the […]
#twitterotica Squeal
This was written for Alison Tyler’s “Flash Fuck Me Baby” challenge. 100 words of concupiscence. It was also tweeted live, under the hashtag #flashfuckingcontest 30 mins before it was posted: “I love it when you squeal,” he says. After he’s slid his rigid cock through the slash of my lust, coating himself slippery with my […]
I Waited for You By The River of Time
I waited for you by the river of time but you didn’t come. Is it impolite to fuck someone because I’m sad and tired of being sad? I don’t know. Perhaps it is. But the rain has started and it’s a long way back to my hotel. His is closer and more expensive. He’s middle […]
One Word – A Parable
This is going to be the last piece of crap I post on this blog for a while. I don’t want to post anymore op ed pieces spouting my opinion on stuff. I don’t want to post anymore shitty fragments of garbage. I have to get my head back on straight and write good erotic […]