Tag Archives: sex

Ravish

Posted on October 26, 2017 by John Biscello

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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Crescendo

Posted on October 26, 2017 by John Biscello

What about the rough, thorny grace of angels locked in love-play, the traceless sex of light piercing light, scaling an impossible crescendo?

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TV

Posted on October 25, 2017 by John Biscello

Mounting the sermon, woman channeling desire– High volume worship.

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Electroshock

Posted on September 6, 2017 by John Biscello

Once upon a chaste industrial revolution– blackouts became the rage.

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Marriage License

Posted on August 27, 2017 by John Biscello

Their marriage a gag, crossing comedy with sex– her cross to bear, his?

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Nephilim

Posted on August 11, 2017 by John Biscello

Between thorny and immaterial, Heaven became them in the cold luminous light of Nephilim exacting double-exposure on celluloid.

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Morningbreak

Posted on March 3, 2017 by John Biscello

  I want to eat Anne Sexton for breakfast like toxic cereal like bacon fat like sunbursts of egg yolk swallowed whole and washed down with a glass of fire (then I will spit up the flames burning down the … Continue reading →

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Manual Labor of Like

Posted on February 11, 2017 by John Biscello

   I had hoped to make out with Josephine during the movie, but the hand-job was completely unexpected.  Even after what Kenny had told me, I was still shocked when it happened.    Josephine was the cousin of Jenny, my … Continue reading →

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Miss Roach

Posted on February 4, 2017 by John Biscello

    Kenny named her Miss Roach. He named her that because of the stiletto heels she always wore.    Look at them—he’d always point at the heels first, as if she were an extension of the heels and not … Continue reading →

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Overexposed

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

It is hard to see the man and woman overexposed in the milkbath of light, but allegedly this photo captures Adam and Eve right after Eden dissolved and Eve was mysteriously knocked up.

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