Tag Archives: fucking

Sweet Boy

Face down on the bed, I’m the boy of our dreams. Every word is inadequate, I say we fucked so violently that I bruised the top of my head, So what, so what. I mean, the words “sweet boy” whistled … Continue reading

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Pandemonium

Am I inconsolable or incomprehensible, With your fingers inside of me, Curled like a bird claw, something flying, And I on the edge of the bed, the edge of the falling sky, Holding my breath inside, And then letting go … Continue reading

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My Hips

My hips fly off the bed, Like birds, You kneel between my open thighs, Two fingers inside of me, I’m jerking myself off, Straddling my clit, My cunt open and wet. And with a twist, Your arm, pushing forward, You … Continue reading

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Walking on Coals

Fucking you is like walking on coals; I move forward, feet tender, And I, tenacious, Your hand inside of me, A slap to my chest and I open. My heart is in a cave, The cave deep and dark, My … Continue reading

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Tempered

I’m becoming tempered, Like a piece of stolen glass, A splinter in a shoe, Life and death are working their bloody entrance, Into my body. I remember the smell of molten metals, The hiss of acids at the jewelers, Poured … Continue reading

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