Each kissA strikeOf lightningFelt Your handIs atMy throat Your teethHave bitUponMy lip My breathIs hoarseAnd short You gripFine bonesAnd tender skin Your eyesHave madeMe still A flashBeforeYour mouthComes down To markThat weAre one.

I was whole,  A whole person  Before you came along. You caressed my smooth skin,  Admired my silky softness.  Kissed and licked  Then declared, I am yours to keep. Everywhere you touched  Left marks.  Marks I knew would never disappear,...

Nan’s visitor

"Time for some action, nephew."

Nan’s visitor. A visit by her ‘nephew.’ She was bored. Nothing and no-one to keep her company or to talk to. So Nan decided to have a look on the Internet and see what was going on in the outside...