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Tag Archives: lust
In Praise of Honey
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
Valentine
Excerpt from Nocturne Variations: From that point forward Piers and Teresa hung out nearly every night, getting drunk and stoned and completing each other in various ways. An adverbially inflamed Teresa fell hard for Piers and loved her … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, Literary, love, lust, nocturne variations, novel, piers, Prose, story, teenagers
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Tendering Anya
Anya and I started making out. It went on for a long, tangled while. I ventured to Anya’s breasts, smoothing my hands over them through her shirt. Then my hands went under her shirt and I was in exciting, unfamiliar … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anya, breastfeeding, breasts, Brooklyn, Cinema, first love, John Biscello, love, lust, no man's brooklyn, novel, romance, sex
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Miracle
When kissing, we initiated our tongues to slow, deep, fevered tango, wresting the rabid miracle of pink from thin, slitted air.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged air, deep, erotic, John Biscello, kiss, kissing, love, lust, miracle, mouths, poem, tango
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Skein
Intimacy, the skeining of desire bound by recourse.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Desire, devotion, intimacy, John Biscello, love, lust, poem, Poetry, sexual
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Arc
It is the mouth birthing a blood-new kiss that begs gravity’s pardon and raises lips to an impossible arc.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art nouveau, Artwork, erotic, Gustav Klimt, John Biscello, kiss, lips, love, lovers, lust, painting, poem, Poetry, sensual, spirit
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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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Perigee
Exultant, by virtue of perigee, fools and moons forever dance and flirt on the candied rim of eternity.
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.
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