Pomegranate The orangey smoothness of your peel, into the reddish-pink seedling with succulent juice inside. The sweetness in its taste piece by piece, nibbling on the texture of you, craving every inch from each seedling to the next. Peeling the skin to find the glowing of your touch caressing the perfumed fragrance of you. And my fingers dig in and out to find them— spreading the redness to consume. And I am left in the...

Shameless At the club, sitting at the table he watches the girl in skimpy outfits trotting around for a free drink and someone to go home with or to a hotel or the backseat of their car in a dark corner. Breasts almost popping out of the brassieres, patted, lift-ups and implants. Short skirts with thong underwear, the music playing loudly and bodies rubbing, bumping against each other, sweating flesh in tempting heat. She...