Our Shower: A short auto-bio erotica writing warm-up that I left ungendered and without specific genitalia, most purposely. Our Shower I know you’ve been stressed lately. You don’t say it, and you don’t need to. I’m married to you – I know when you feel the weight of the world.…
Art By A. Stiffler It was a sweltering day. Mistress Cherry sipped from her ice-cold cherry lemonade and noted the fruity touch as she tanned. She couldn’t be sure who actually made the lemonade, but she wouldbe sure to spank all of her harem with equal vigor later. Meanwhile, she…
I’ll miss the house I know I’ll miss the people I love I’ll miss my comforting place I’ll even miss the sky above.. But comfort is something I can make And love is something I’ll always have So when I make my home anew I hope I’ll miss it someday,…
I am uninvited But I do not need an invitation I am here to hold you I am here to love you Your lovely breath Your imperfect skin Your defiant eyes Your timid fingers Your gasping mouth I have taken everything of you I have taken you into me And…
‘Twas in the morning so much colder, That you rested upon my shoulder, A shocked glance to your ass so dark, To see your perked x-mark, So taking your velvet rope in hand, I intended to cover that sordid land, But you did swing a wild claw, And my hand…
Beautiful angel, blonde curls, lay careless Tousled, on your pillow So serene and yet….. I must awaken your beauteous form. To rise and f-l-u-t-t-e-r against me like a bird in my hands I will use my gentlest touch kiss caress At first…… So soft. my fingers On your radiant face…
Light your candles, And pray to the crown, Mark off their souls, Throw blood on the ground, Today we burn the living, To keep the dead down… Offerings are meaningless, Unless they carry weight, So stab the innocent, And be at peace with your fate… We’re here to remember, But…
Darling, darling love, I have one song to give, Keep it with you longer, So that if I die you may live… Be not full of anguish, Your life is yours alone The Universe is fleeting And you always have a home… Look inside your heart And be at peace…
My wrists look awfully shallow, The river looks awfully deep, I bet I could shove some stones in these pockets, And go to Bed before I sleep…
You say “I love you,” My body is smoke filled glass Transparent and roiling You see through me To my heart A red-cut-crystal with such fragile Mechanical birds flitting around its edges You can see every Wrinkle, line and fold Of my nude form next to yours…
