I want you simply And the ordinary sex Of Sunday morning No long
idle doodle
Even in the quiet Slow moments of your absence You occupy me
Your Body (II) * * All the places I would like to kiss:Clavicle
Your Body (I) * * yours is the oxymoron bodythe pliant firmness
Jack-in-the-Box**The first delight is anticipationReading the
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The Game (2) **Leather on my left cheekYour boot caresses meLeather
Will you remember When the water reclaims you The wetness we
The Game* *I taste the metal hasp, cold steelSpit dripping down
My mother warned me Of the girl born out of flame Summoner of
I watch you waiting Flattered by your impatience Torn for wanting
I have bounded my worship I spurn your supple limbs Your sinuous
A butterfly pinned Suddenly mute, immobile Trapped against a
And The Beast**Stand. Hands braced against the wallGlow in the
Buried * * Your head in pillows Knees in sheets My left thumb
High Tide * * When the sun begins its slow declinePrepare your
Holy Facial * * Kneel for this devotion, cup your hands to holdOne
Goddess * * A mother, I need more than a maiden’s weight
Die now in my armsI too shall die in yoursDie this petit mortI
svastika
Own me, hold me, grasp me, claim meMake me yours and you’ll
In your autumn fieldsWe lay with abandonCareless of the leavesYou
Do you read me nudeOr half dressed for seductionSeeking arousal?All
I want to fuck youTo insensibilitySo we free ourselvesFrom where
Succubus emergeFrom the well of my desireClaim me, enslave meDraw
Arrested
The End and the Beginning (an extract)
I dare not keep you waitingFor the withering of your ennuiIn
Milk me, roles reversedLips to the sustaining teatCompel me to
Let Me Be Your Lover
I see you clearly Resolute, patient, wise, strong Entirely woman
Such an injustice Your mouth without a clitoris Your cunt without
Natalie in Roses (by Arjay Eiff) What else could smell as sweet?Could
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