You are mistaken.I am not your North Star, consistently waiting and redundantly home;stagnantly eking boiled potatoes and salted herring, and all things hearth and home. This latitude points me to terrestrial delights and a container of carnal confections.Plying into my fleshy...

Top Shelf BabyYou’re swagger that slays meBut baby, back down from the top shelf.We’re driving too fast pastthe city lights because you just like to hear me scream.I know the way you need me without the frills of wealth,I don’t...

Socialite Stella Quest never once made Santa’s nice list; not that she tried too hard.  She found being naughty much more fun. So much fun that after her most recent Christmas Day escapade of debauchery, her daddy carted her onto...

You, Eros.   Left me by the crisp pool, too much sunblock running in rivulets down my back, stomach,Slowly down fat fat double cream thighs.You, too rich for my palette when I like my chili-dog with ketchupYou licked above my upper...