Tag Archives: lust

Historyless Touch

Posted on December 30, 2018 by John Biscello

Touch me where I am not, where the fade meets the form, where the furtive scent of glisten perfumes its own root cause and fable, give to me the dirty dinghied secrets of the center, the storied core, which, in … Continue reading →

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Breeze

Posted on July 7, 2018 by John Biscello

More erotic dreams about the girl from the sea– Longing, rimmed with salt

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged dreams, haiku, John Biscello, longing, lust, sea | 10 Comments

The Fourth, or, The Great Big Bang

Posted on June 27, 2018 by John Biscello

She wanted to celebrate the Fourth. She put on her Stars and Stripes panties. Packed her toy gun, the one with the BANG flag that unfurled, into her babyblue purse with silver sequins. After waggling her hips to emphasize the … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged fourth of july, holiday, John Biscello, lust, Made in America, men and women, patriotism, perverse, Prose | 12 Comments

Crush

Posted on June 26, 2018 by John Biscello

There was pillowtalk in her eyes, underscored by her mouth’s bated languour; Sundays curled in her lap with feline ease, slow jazz dreams on holiday, whiskered softly between her thighs and pinkest belly; she wanted nothing to do with volume … Continue reading →

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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 →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged angels, erotic, John Biscello, love, lust, passion, poem, sex, spirit | 12 Comments

Wordburn

Posted on June 17, 2018 by John Biscello

Between the call of bodies, testing the ream of vocabulary’s limits, words exact their talent for slow burn, and quicken to replenish.

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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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Piracy

Posted on June 11, 2018 by John Biscello

To dig nails into the ciphered history of her skin, unmapped, to take a pirate’s tack in plundering the source of her sap and scent, flagged on the bare teeth of wolves wind.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged John Biscello, lust, passion, piracy, plunder, poem, sensual, skin | 7 Comments

Splint

Posted on June 5, 2018 by John Biscello

We were there, the enormity of lust, like a ten-ton elephant keeping us company in a crawlspace big enough to fit one small child, if even that. We were there, hemmed in by the impossible, telling the shadows to keep … Continue reading →

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Shed

Posted on June 5, 2018 by John Biscello

It was the way she talked about rain pouring down from between her thighs like liquid snakes bottomless in their appetite for razors and new skin that made me think and think again about shedding through the slake of fire.

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