Tag Archives: erotic

Product Placement

Posted on April 2, 2018 by John Biscello

NovelTease Literary Panties, Designed for the Well-Read Woman, Who Desires the Company of Her Favorite Writer, Between Her Legs, Snugly.

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Indelible

Posted on February 24, 2018 by John Biscello

To ebb, the startling clarity of a stolen kiss sentenced to null and ghost, to lips indelibly parted then closed.

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Cherish

Posted on February 23, 2018 by John Biscello

This side of dream, to marvel in sheer trespass and longing, to engage the mystery and riot of skin, by touch and flagrant cherish.

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Burn While Reading

Posted on February 21, 2018 by John Biscello

Touch, how her body becomes a pulsing slate of Braille, your fingers, unfinished, running on

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Liason

Posted on February 21, 2018 by John Biscello

Adore, the charmed offspring of Love’s prickly liason with Innocence before it ripens and falls. 

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Tilt

Posted on February 21, 2018 by John Biscello

A mirror, tilted, starkly pooling lovers self-similar turns and views of each other: I am I, you are you, qualifiers blurred and dissolved in a furious crossing of ritual desires.

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Sunder

Posted on February 20, 2018 by John Biscello

To leave sheer vowels and sudden clefts upon the warm, dream-wet infinity of skin, so wherever she goes, whenever, sundered verses will marvel as placeholders.

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In Praise of Honey

Posted on February 19, 2018 by John Biscello

Listen to the spoken word track (with bass and flute) here. If your body, sungthru riddled and sticky, demanded rechristening for old time’s taste, down I’d go divebombin straight to and through the Source— a treebranch’s wellhung honeycomb totem, ridged bulb … Continue reading →

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Miracle

Posted on January 5, 2018 by John Biscello

When kissing, we initiated our tongues to slow, deep, fevered tango, wresting the rabid miracle of pink from thin, slitted air.

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Arc

Posted on December 11, 2017 by John Biscello

It is the mouth birthing a blood-new kiss that begs gravity’s pardon and raises lips to an impossible arc.

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