When I first saw you, saw you raw but saw you not, I gaped in awe; the flawless flesh a blurry fist failed to eclipse. Enlisting spit an index finger painted purple prose upon its bloody nose and glistening oozing juices snoozing sluices in my loins awoke...
I built a poem from Lego bricks Perfection! Not a hole to fix Each room I filled with emptiness Each plastic rhyme with hopelessness * Hey, lover! (who builds poems from sticks) I built a poem from Lego bricks He read, his face - a doleful mask - Proclaim...
'Have you a cock?' The question that broke the mandatory silence was empty of emotion, as when one asks an automated teller for tens or twenties. My answer was equally flaccid. 'No. I have no need of one.' 'Really? No cock?' I was surprised by how easily...
A writer's journey is of infinite steps and starts with a single word. Typically - and usually deservedly - that word is 'Rejection'. However, we stumble onwards and, by degrees, approach our impossible destination. Please give this particular stumbling h...
I'm Sue and 32 and that makes 5 She says that's right And winks the eye That says I'm special * Needs must, baby... Paper rustles Shady whispers Take care of her No marks Hear me? * Dark and warm He tickles Giggles Clumsy fingers Zips and thingies Smoky b...
Suck me, fuck me Give me all you've got His New World order more than Bordering on arrogance, I glance into his Blue-eyed, square-jawed maw And wonder if he knows What's coming * I've suffered cheating, beating Prying, spying, lying In the name of libert...
Gnarled roots snare my ankles; protruding rocks scrape my shins and bruise my weary toes. I struggle upwards through dense vegetation, skirting stinging trees, hacking through vines, my eyes peering ever high into the canopy, fervently following the brigh...
A squirt in the hand is worth two in the bush Especially if you're in a rush There's nothing more delicious nor disgusting Than a warm and sticky Slick and icky Handful of ejaculate To make you late * Party: There'll be tarty Flirty dirty Girls A last re...
What manner of place is this? No light. No sound. I quell the terror rising in my breast and strain to listen, to hear beyond the muffled space into which I am squeezed. Timbers creak. The Earth groans. In the ensuing silence, I sense my own pulse; slow a...
I cling to speeding, spinning cones of lead That pierce the air and armour, skin and bone; Once deep inside, I ditch my deathly ride, Spread dark destruction, quell life's fragile wick. * I cleave to sharpened shards of stainless steel That separate the l...
On the thirteenth day, scraping woke me. Scratching and scraping. From the surface end of the tunnel. Improbably fortuitously, a ship had arrived. And they were digging me out. I tapped furiously, clung to any hope. I've been so lucky, been close to death...
Antipodei 3. Satellite1. Rotation 9: 2347 I am Moon. I rise and fall with the tides. I turn my face to match the seasons, though I always stay the same. I am unknowable, but you will come to know about me. I am untouchable, but across time you can touch m...
I was plain and knew it. Didn't need anyone to tell me. Make-up and nice clothes were wasted on me, created a caricature, a laughable parody of sensuality. So usually - and wisely - I didn't bother. However, this day was a special day, a day when I had to...
The machine was built for pleasure. Independent of external forces, it rocked and rolled, ebbed and flowed on cushioning foam and silent springs. Touching parts were exquisitely oiled so they moved freely, yet still maintained sufficient contact. A delici...
At this moment, I love you forever This moment is perfect And timeless and real My life in its essence Eternal, unchanging Expressed by a feeling I always will feel ∞ In the darkness, I'll hold you forever I know what you're thinking I know you so well...
