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Cherry and Claudia

She asked me to touch her. Down there. It’s been so long, she said. I feel like a coffin. Just use your fingers. I was reluctant. When she said—It’s just your hand, it’s not you—I thought—It’s just my hand, not … Continue reading

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Stop Motion

She stood on the podium, beaming, and began waving to everyone in slow motion. Her hand glided right to left, left to right, a panoramic benediction that didn’t miss a single soul. The bouquet tucked near her bosom exuded a … Continue reading

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Patriot Acts, or,The Coming of Democracy

She was a liberal, except when she went down on me, or I on her, and everything was politics-free and equal between united fronts and sexes.

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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

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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

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She

She, the wrinkled pool of lusty glaze and somatic charge, of aural bouquets teasing cherry-bled sound and fragrance from whetted lips, fasting to shape a comely beckon, moon-fed by dark.

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Initiate

It was only when her thighs caught fire that he began to understand the laws of arson as practiced by goddesses imitating sirens.

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Electric

Trespass, skin on air, fornication with angels– Who turned the lights on?    

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Apples

One turn of the hip, upsetting the apple cart– Eden after dark.

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Knead

From hips to belly, the distance between longing and bare knead, swelling.

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