About greenpurple


I'm new at this and still working out what I want to write. I think I would like to try to write erotic stories that are re-imagining the idea of what bodies actually do in real life. But I might change my mind. We'll see I suppose.

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Sitting at stop E on 2am cold plastic Watching bus after bus we could have caught drive by Don't look at each other Count the breaths between words   Your nose breathing hard on my face as we kiss for the last time My palm in the S of your back as your chest rises against mine   We're not doing anything breathe We can't do anything just breathe on my neck We're not touching...

Added 08 Nov 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 546 | 3 Comments

Maroon Tiles

"Fuck you" you say smiling as we shove each other and boomerang back onto each others faces Our kiss urgent and starving Spinning on the spot two leaves blown together backpack against the cold wall you mock how I'm standing your leg hooked around my hip and I'm steaming a laugh between kisses   I saw the hair on her stomach I want to skim it with my lip I saw the hair in...

Added 29 Oct 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 579


The bare white walls were barely white anymore, they were peeling, yellowing and chipped. Marked with zip scrapes, oil from various flat-mates bike-chains and the inevitable black mould. Black mould is endemic in London flat-shares. Creeping into corners by windows and along skirting boards. You take a book off the shelf, the mould has coasted down the spine and into the binding. You move a...

Added 28 Oct 2017 | Category Masturbation | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 4,457 | 3 Comments

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