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cum, cunnilingus, dumb boy toy, fellatio, ghost lover, make me cum, sonnet
What I love, the ghost said, is the pure want,
the fire wet and humid, the flesh quaking.
Collapsing. Claw me. Tear me, she said, haunt
my cunt the way I still haunt your fucking
dreams. Thrill me. Kill me — heh, too late for that.
Fist me. Twist me. Fill me. I am rabid,
dripping toxic. You got blue balls? tomcat
blues. Catch me. Stretch me. My cum is acid.
It will eat through your cock. Burn your fingers.
Shake me. Break me. Soak me. Scare me — if you
can. If you can fuck, love. If you can suck
and spew. I am sticky greed. My horrors
will show you. Because you said that you knew.
Dumb boy toy. You told me that ghosts can’t fuck.
memories of my ghost sista 
Ghosts can’t fuck? I have some self-examination to do here. A wild ride – wilder than any exterior amusement park. You do realize you’re too much for most of the people on this platform, don’t you? Looking for head pats, and you offer guts and bodily fluids and subjects that take too much imagination to read through once, push the “like” icon, and hope to get a reciprocal “like”…you deserve better, but you seem comfortable with – it’s like that Heller quote I used when the author at a party was carrying on about all his possessions, and Heller said, “I’ve got something he’ll never have; I’ve got enough.” More power to you.
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Thank you, but you know, I’d rather have one interesting conversation over something I’ve written than a thousand “likes” from anonymous readers I’ll never get to share things with. Since starting this blog my conversations with you have been both highly rewarding and great food for thought, which makes the entire act of sharing well worth it.
Good enough then…the feeling is mutual. I’m working with Maryam Shahbaz on a book, and I see that she checks out your work now and again. Being a Muslim, and informed by that world, no matter how much she rebels against her social imprinting, I notice she only comments on your less erotic works…too bad…the social imprinting thing, and all.
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Sometimes I forget about the comfort-zone levels of other people,and unfortunately we still live in a world full of sexual violence, which might make enjoying erotica problematic. In the end it’s just nice to know that someone has read something I wrote, even if they don’t agree or like the subject matter. I still consider that a win-win.
I’m writing a forward for her first book when I get done here. I’ll have to mention your work…see what she has to say. But, it might make her uncomfortable, and I don’t know if I want to do that to somebody as sweet as her…better to be kind than right, or righteous sometimes…and with her, I think it’s one of those times.
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Certainly! It would be a sad day to find out I was causing someone discomfort vicariously when it could be easily avoidable. Is any of her work online? I would love to be able to read what she has written.
She’s on WordPress…that’s how we connected. Maryam Shahbaz. Brave girl…just saw that a woman who was working to improve the conditions of slums, and women, was gunned down not far from where she lives. Brave, brave woman.
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Yes, indeed! Once the book is ready for publication if there is anything I can do to help get the word out about it, please let me know.