Tag Archives: lust
It is the mouth birthing a blood-new kiss that begs gravity’s pardon and raises lips to an impossible arc. Advertisements
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
Exultant, by virtue of perigee, fools and moons forever dance and flirt on the candied rim of eternity.
Touch, the inviolable charge inciting rent ecstasy between a bright siege of atoms, you, me, nameless, humming, conduits of praise.
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.
The Catholic school girls. With their short plaid skirts and white collared shirts and the inviting exposure between where the skirt cut off and the sock began, generating an erotic glare of exposed flesh. In their uniforms the Catholic school … Continue reading
Pouring slow, hot gold into a mortal embrace– Touch melts near to grace.