"For Yings"
In the hush of your nest,where warmth rests beneath your weighted blanket,I think of you—every empirical inch, every breath, every quiet moment,woven between us like threads spun from light. You hum the song I sang last week,the one I didn’t know...
"A little joke for Halloween."
Smirking, we snuck into her house, her parents watching TV. Smiling, putting fingers to our lips, we tiptoed to her room and silently shut the door. Pressing me against the wall, she unbuttoned my jeans. Skirt lifted, I thrust deep, filling her...
Alabaster moonlight on your cherub cheeks,My very own shining moon.Slap.You gasp.Crimson outline of four fingersNow spread your cheeks with eight,Your star winking, wanting.Breath blowingFine hairs on end,Soft kisses,Tongue touches,Hips rising.Saliva drips,Anticipating,KnowingThe exquisite burn and ecstasy will cum.
"During the long winters, Swedes spend months without hardly seeing the sun. That is why they rejoice at the return of the sun, celebrating the longest day of the year, the magical midsummer."
"Små grodorna, är lustiga att se…" There is something surreal about pretending to be a little frog, hopping around a phallic maypole during Swedish Midsummer. "The celebration is all about fertility," Maria giggled to herself as she hopped, combining her knowledge...
"“It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know.” — Eleanor Roosevelt"
My heart the sunMy tears the rainMy breasts the fieldsCunt plowedSeed plantedGrowing with promisesAnd then scorchedToo much sun.Damn, my heart.
