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Tag Archives: erotic
Tongue
Celibacy upon the vulvic tongue, that faun purveyor of irreverent pink and solvent hymns, is a joyless sin against primordial yearnings, the Earth composes itself in mineral rhymes and licentious heavings, and so the tongue, caked in sensuous resin, divines … Continue reading
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Tagged anatomy, body, earth, earthy, erotic, hymn, John Biscello, licentious, lust, pan, poem, Poetry, sensuality, sex, sin, tongue, yearning
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Scorpion
Scorpion, who fears thy immortal symmetry imprinted upon a lidless void? Who dares tread upon your inky black trail of shelled pearls and amative resin? You, Sex, You, Death, You, primordial sleep and whipped wake of Pan’s ancient cloven song– … Continue reading
Shudder
By commonest savor, our tongues, twinned, have plunged brightly into moist nameless bits; our small histories rapt in lidless shudder.
Vintage
Lovers reign by kiss, sealing vintage in time-lock– Fated, no recourse.
Praise
Touch, the inviolable charge inciting rent ecstasy between a bright siege of atoms, you, me, nameless, humming, conduits of praise.
Ravish
Ripe, the carnal skin of an apple’s flame-slipped outer layer; one bite, one tear with hungry nails, intimating the measures of ravish, indebted to touch.
Venus Infers
Withholding, with intent, for so very very long, the mouth like moth to flame engaged the key to its lock, while the eyes watched her lover, bearing the scripted burn, drop to his knees, modeling a biblical take on crush.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged erotic, John Biscello, key, Literary, lock, noir, poem, Poetry, shadow, venus
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Raking the Dust for Review
Bloggers, scribes, bibliophiles, word-warmers, and miscellaneous creative kin: In exchange for a free digital version of my new novel Raking the Dust, I am seeking honest reviews to be posted on Amazon, Goodreads, and one’s own blog/website. If interested, please … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Press, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, erotic, John Biscello, New Mexico, New York, Raking the Dust, Review, Surrealism, Taos
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Pucker
Lust, the secret lives of blood-engorged hands parting cellular veils to court a lasting pucker.
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