Tag Archives: erotica
The German hitchhiker hovered five inches above the sand, His blond hair glowing in the mid-afternoon Shirazi sun, Ponytail slung insolently over one shoulder, Jeans tight and torn, Dusty backpack at his sandaled feet. I was 16 with an empty … Continue reading
There is a color inside me, Yellow barbed in my chest, Fire and bright, Blooming explosions and we touch….fingers. It is hard to connect with you, I want to melt my yellow, You know, like a spilling yolk, Think English … Continue reading
Sunday afternoon and I’m balanced mid-flight, Wearing black riding boots and nothing else, Laughing back at you, One heel on the 9th stair and the other on the 10th. I can still feel each slap, My knees sore from … Continue reading
Your mouth opening Folsom in San Francisco Beg for yellow piss.