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Tag Archives: lust
Historyless Touch
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
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged absence slash presence, find me where I am not, how light stabs, John Biscello, longing, lust, poem
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Breeze
More erotic dreams about the girl from the sea– Longing, rimmed with salt
The Fourth, or, The Great Big Bang
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
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Crush
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
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dionyian, her, John Biscello, lust, poem, sensual, sex, she, tribute
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Likeness
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
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Wordburn
Between the call of bodies, testing the ream of vocabulary’s limits, words exact their talent for slow burn, and quicken to replenish.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged body, John Biscello, love, lust, passion, poem, sensual, words
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Plume
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.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged erotic, John Biscello, lust, passion, plume, poem, sensual, tongue
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Piracy
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
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Splint
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged crawlspace, Desire, fire, John Biscello, lust, poem, sensual, splint
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Shed
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.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged burn, fire, John Biscello, lust, poem, Poetry, sensual
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