what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat? staring out a second-story window: barren fields, lonely roads, a river’s flow. baring a patina, a well-worn hat: intent to not allow her sheen to show what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat, staring out a second-story window. ever-evasive, an elusive cat, and all…
Tag: Female
At Least
she messaged me for awhile but i guess she lost interest in me a sharp pain explodes in my chest however briefly replaced soon with numbness i don’t know if it’s more of shame or disappointment of bleeding heart or bruised ego wounded pride turns to cool indifference and the heat in my cheeks fades…
Filthy God – A Hybrid Cento
she didn’t have time to suffer, or even to grieve, each time he’d thrust his organ deeply into her, her face had distorted. each time he did so, the squeals turned to something like sobs. the small hole in the pink that peeked out between the lips of her vagina would remain open at those…
Flesh and Desire – A Cento
dear doll made soft fleshy marionette in the window, dancing don’t display what people desire recognize beauty and ugliness is born let thy actions then be pure, free from the bonds of desire. – thy birth was after the birth of the sun: the birth of the sun was before thine. my darling, my darkening…
Communion
she walks like summer rain and just as refreshing clears the clouds from my eyes with her radiant smile bright as the sun walks with poise and grace porcelain skin firmly rooted with each foot fall a laugh like the lightest breeze wafting over me eyes cobalt blue drops frozen sapphire gleaming with intensity moods…
Savage Union
she comes on with predatory grace an ease both elegant and subdued – pheromone trance ensnares the naive youth of a boy fresh eager to please presents himself – savage union rends him stripping him of his dignity and rips him head to toe but he doesn’t know yet – confidence boosts alpha male static…
Piecework Prose 