Tag Archives: erotic

Moonstruck

Posted on September 17, 2025 by John Biscello

A lamp clicks on. A swath of gauzy light projects cinematically onto a chrome operating table, where an umbrella and a sewing machine are making love. Are about to make love. Have already made love. Their romance transcends tenses and … Continue reading →

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The Dance

Posted on September 16, 2025 by John Biscello

Her hips began the snakedance, the spasmodic erotic wiggle. She told me to listen closely, and her hips began hissing a slow cadence, the world losing its air, the world a depleted lunar asthmatic in need of oxygen blasts. My … Continue reading →

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Silk

Posted on October 5, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems Flowers in the dark smell different from flowers not in the dark. Hands part silk to sunder the gauzy veils of sleep with tenderest unconditional regards.

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Some Kind of Forecast

Posted on April 19, 2019 by John Biscello

The weather tonight? Snow on fire, with a chance of desire, dark and wet.   (Image: Isabella Rossellini)  

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Likeness

Posted on June 18, 2018 by John Biscello

slow beating ache keeping time to breaking lore and softcore myth rising to tease and strip heaven’s knee of its skin my god yes spit and blood and light and yes remixed to teach you and me what angels be … Continue reading →

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Plaything

Posted on June 15, 2018 by John Biscello

Fictionalize me, martyr me to your crosses and lost causes, give me a form by which my double can register touch, and seeds of desire, twitching and sputtering in the blue flames of fabulous opera, make me the husky baritone … Continue reading →

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Plume

Posted on June 14, 2018 by John Biscello

Your specific brood, and row of white noise, coupled with blood running its own goverment like a harem spooning an undertow, it is there, I loiter, taking notes through the ribbed plume of my softest tongue.

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Kiss

Posted on June 3, 2018 by John Biscello

In the resident smolder of lips, a seared prelude, announcing blatant recourse to the sheerest intent.    

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Purls

Posted on April 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Lisping, to gentle feral purls of ink on skin– Words, crafted to touch.

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Knead

Posted on April 10, 2018 by John Biscello

From hips to belly, the distance between longing and bare knead, swelling.

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