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giddy

03 Wednesday Oct 2018

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Kitten, run your fingers along my jaw.
This is an appetizer — The French say,

“Amuse Bouche,” mouth pleasure. As in: raw
ginger pushed inside, then sucked out. Foreplay

all day. Pleasure spent with kisses. Tracing
the seam of your jeans. I can taste your clit

through the wet fabric. A touch of teasing,
knowing that I’ll break you. You will submit.

Not now. Soon. Now your tongue is greedily
in my mouth, wrists straining against silken

ties, eyes wide. Each kiss hints at bukkake,
your face soaked with joy, giddy and drunken

licking my thumb clean from where I buried
it in you, all spit-glazed and cum-honeyed.

domain

21 Saturday Jul 2018

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Listen for the glisten of mud. By swan’s

soot. By romp’s root. After a sound spanking

 

against a burned-out bole in the Fox-Fauns

delta I take the rope’s slack end, binding

 

your wrists, lead you further into the muck.

Wearing only waders in these tidelands

 

is not much fun. Of course biting bugs suck.

So too do the church folk across the sands.

 

But we’re safe in the Goddess’ domain.

At each slap an intake of breath. Wet heat

 

rises between your legs. There is no shame

when so close to the sea. To be constrained.

 

To be punished. You love it — and you bleat

joy with each sting. By cum’s blot. By Her name.

blest

29 Wednesday Jul 2015

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It was the second night at
your parents’

Georgian farm. “Milk
me like a cow,” you said.

An odd request. It had
been beer and blunts

all day behind the old
oaken woodshed.

Now you were hanging
naked, suspended

by ropes from the barn’s
rafters, your pregnant

belly huge below. “Right
there!” you bleated,

losing control of your
bladder. “Mustn’t —

O fuck — stop!”
Mustn’t I? Your hanging breast,

engorged, rested on my
palm. Between two

fingers sweet-milk
dribbled. It seemed a waste

to let it simply fall, but
a request

was a request —
Blessings for the kudzu,

mud and red earth, equally
blest, debased.

because it is love

21 Saturday Sep 2013

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What can bind us to another? Crimson’s
smear on the tongue. A stain no spell can break.
Blood is blood is blood. I’ve drunk from demons
like you before, felt that wild fiery ache
run all riot through me. I’ve begged, I’ve screamed,
I’ve been bled in turn, but not like that. Knives
reveal secrets, tell our fears. I blasphemed
when I took you inside me. Love survives
because it is love. Here are my secrets,
here are my fears. I’ll drink all that once ran
in your heart, all that you no longer need.
Call it greed or bondage, all that riots,
all that aches. It is where I first began,
where I’ll return. I’m hungry. I must feed.