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Tag Archives: sex
of sound mind and body
bones grinding on. bones grinding. light on light. light on bone on light grinding. give us this day our daily savvy. this how our bodies shape music. make music. no names attached. mapless and hungry and eligible for fractures. bones … Continue reading
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
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged fingers, fragment, hands, sex, the sea, two women, wheneverwhyever
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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
Posted in Books, photography, Prose
Tagged dreams, excerpt, in the shadows, mystery, no one dreams in color, noir, sex
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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.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged 4th of July, america, cunnilinguis, independence day, John Biscello, patriot acts, sex, stars and stripes
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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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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.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, love, lust, moon, poem, romance, sensual, sex
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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.
Electric
Trespass, skin on air, fornication with angels– Who turned the lights on?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged air, angels, electric, fornication, haiku, John Biscello, Light, love, Poetry, sex, spirit, trespass
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John Biscello 