Tag Archives: sex

Initiate

Posted on April 22, 2018 by John Biscello

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

Posted on April 22, 2018 by John Biscello

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

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Apples

Posted on April 11, 2018 by John Biscello

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

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Knead

Posted on April 10, 2018 by John Biscello

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

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Product Placement

Posted on April 2, 2018 by John Biscello

NovelTease Literary Panties, Designed for the Well-Read Woman, Who Desires the Company of Her Favorite Writer, Between Her Legs, Snugly.

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In Praise of Honey

Posted on February 19, 2018 by John Biscello

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 →

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Tendering Anya

Posted on January 7, 2018 by John Biscello

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 →

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Tongue

Posted on November 7, 2017 by John Biscello

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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Scorpion

Posted on November 6, 2017 by John Biscello

Scorpion, who fears thy immortal symmetry imprinted upon a lidless void? Who dares tread upon your inky black trail of shelled pearls and amative resin? You, Sex, You, Death, You, primordial sleep and whipped wake of Pan’s ancient cloven song– … Continue reading →

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Lightning

Posted on November 4, 2017 by John Biscello

your body, charged and opening, receives me in tenderest vein and history, recalling rain-faced flowers as petals glisten and bend.

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