"A fat, white girl spread naked on your rug"
'Paint me like one of your French girls.' I said it as a joke.But here I am. A fat white girl spread naked on your rug. Brush in hand, your Whitman beard breathes on the tight virgin canvas.The sun pours...
"Can you lend me a pen, my love"
Can you lend me a pen my love, I wantto write a sonnet in praise of your thighsand then a haiku or two to your eyes.I'll scrawl lipstick stanzas over shouldersand chest, they're the best, then pull outmy phone to...
"I dream you was Lady Chatterley and I was the gamekeeper. (Ray Dorset)"
The wood that harbours your neat cottage, isfilled with the silence of trees. But insideis live with noises strange to me. Such asthe suck of my wasted naked bodyagainst your slim hard limbs, the iron bedthat rattles like a pit...
"I'll call you Bert, you call me Lo"
I'll call you Bert; you call me Lo.Let us go, you and I, to look for America in a thousand roadside diners. I'll eat cherry pie and count the stones to find out who I'll marry, while you finger my...
"I tell you age is just a stat"
The hand that squeezes mine is mottled withliver spots, yet your fingers fumble likea child to release my bowling ball breasts.I tell you age is just a stat, you're goodat Math, you taught for years. I know becauseI sat in...
"He ironed out the wrinkles you left in my cunt"
"Tell me how it was.""Yes, but don't interrupt; time for questions later.""Go on, please""His ship had a cargo of apes and oranges. My tits were pale melons for his hands to squeeze, as he ironed out the wrinkles you ,left...
"I tasted salty seed on midnight skin"
I called you Friday because you found me on that day. Though not from followed footprints in the sand. Rather, your steps across a sawdust floor to where I perched, sleek as a parrot, on a bar stool.Later, we made...
You wipe your paintbrush with the silk panties I bought on the way back from visiting his tiny grave. It was the day we met, in that Pigalle dive bar opposite the cabaret club, where we danced close and you...
"My name's Beattie and this is my friend Robyn," I lied, to the yesterday man in the crumpled suit.My fingers stroked his crotch, as his car skated the wet streets like a speedboat. Parked by the river, I bent to suck...
In a clearing we danced. An undulating tapestry of breasts and butts and cunts. Lost in a trance, we sweated and moaned under the searing eye of our arcane god.Whilst prone in the bushes, the butterfly collector coaxed his mushroom...
