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fettered

16 Wednesday Dec 2020

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anal sex, erotic poem, fettered, night frost, Poetry, queens and concubines, sauna sex, sonnet, threesome, wet heat

Night frosts. Fettered gales. Sauna sun rise. Steam

fit for queens and concubines. After school

 

you came, brought her with talk of romps, extreme

and droll. “Not in her rump,” was your one rule

 

as I slipped out of you. “Only in mine.”

All day the sauna’s pine walls soaked up heat.

 

When you two arrived, frigid as frost’s shine,

we puffed and passed, shucking off our clothes. Cheat

 

ice-sleet like this. Mellow lay, they say. Stoned,

you laughed when she impaled herself. I laughed

 

when you kissed the spot where the two of us

joined. She laughed and came. Others have condoned

 

this. Meh. You asked to learn my queer witchcraft;

craft built from libertines and the Goddess.

fog

30 Friday Oct 2020

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all that's taboo, artsakh, erotic poetry, fog, Ես ցավ եմ սիրում, sonnet, Stepanakert, threesome, trio

Autumn. Bombs fall. No one has any fun.

Autumn. Your sister’s husband leaves for Prague

 

and she moves in, sharing our affection

and bed. A city under mountain fog

 

and war-time curfew. “You see how she is,”

you say, pulling her panties to her knees,

 

guiding me in. “It can’t be helped.” Her fizz-

slush-gush sound nothing like far-flung volleys

 

of gunfire. Autumn in Stepanakert.

Rockets pockmark. Bombs fall. Drawing closer.

 

Drawing near. “Yes ts’av yem sirum.” She boasts

of a constant pounding. “Make sister squirt,”

 

you say. “This way.” We three ghosts. “Make sister

cum.” It can’t be helped. We three horny ghosts.

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notes:

Stepanakert is the capital and the largest city of the Republic of Artsakh. As of yesterday (10/29/20) long-range Azerbaijani missiles fell on residential sections of the city, striking a maternity hospital and children’s center. In Armenian, «Ես ցավ եմ սիրում» (Yes ts’av yem sirum) translates into, “I love pain.”

1992

22 Tuesday Sep 2020

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Bela Lugosi's Dead, Catherine Deneuve, David Bowie, dorm room sex, erotic poetry, poem, sonnet, Susan Sarandon, the hunger, threesome, vampire porno

We ran through the snow; from the video
store to your dorm room, with The Hunger in

our hands. You called it a vampire porno.
My friend, “Baby Phat,” you said, called it sin

divine. She lay between us on your bed
as the film played. By the time Sarandon

had gorged on Deneuve’s blood, her rounded red
nails were in your panties and her tampon

dangled from my teeth. You’d said you didn’t
like girls. “Not like that.” Apparently “that”

didn’t include girl-cum as you sucked deep
on her lips. You’ll wake tomorrow, your cunt

needing more, and find me hard, Baby Phat
wet; we two craving you, even in sleep.
][][
Notes:
The Hunger is a 1982 erotic horror movie, directed by Tony Scott and staring Catherine Deneuve, David Bowie and Susan Sarandon. Among other things it features Peter Murphy in a cage while Bauhaus’ “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” plays on the soundtrack.

sick new trick

13 Friday Dec 2019

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almost a virgin, erotic poetry, Love shall make us a threesome, sick new trick, sodomy, sonnet, thirteen shamanic acts, threesome

Squeezed in, gently, with clit, with faith, with drum.
“Almost a virgin,” you called her as you caressed

her as my cock vanished in her rectum —
of all the thirteen shamanic acts blessed

by the gods this is your favorite. “If two
can cum as one then so can three,”
you said.

Let the drum match each time I half withdrew
then pushed back in harder. We are well-read,

eager, the ones who consume taboos, fugue states,
cum and souls. “Want to learn a sick new trick?”

you’d asked after school. You made her floodgates
slick her 3rd eye with sodomy’s magic —

impaled, blessed by what others vilified,
by what was baffling until we tried.

double down

03 Tuesday Dec 2019

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double down saloon, erotic poetry, hot springs, Las Vegas, paphian cream, paphos of cyprus, poem, sonnet, threesome

“Venus with a penis.” After Britt’s third
bong hit. After the third time I surfaced

between her legs, with, “Paphian custard,”
on my chin. We left Vegas and August

and soaked in thermal springs. Now our unsafe
sex is just some flashback, lust gone manic,

like you. Did you like your chronic? your waif
boy’s 12-inch tongue? your day that started sick

at the Double Down? She was Britt the Clit.
You were her Mama Jama. I was pleased,

thinking my dust witch happy at last. No.
Even at those springs. Even with Britt’s spit

slick on my cock and the fingers you eased
into her, red rocks still split, stoned and slow.

NOTE:
The Double Down Saloon is a bar in Las Vegas that, at least back in 2000s, had a fabulous “old school break dancing” night once a week. In myth Paphos of Cyprus was daughter of Pygmalion and built a temple to Aphrodite on the island. In Victorian sex-slang, “Paphian cream,” was a euphemism for girl cum.

enough

14 Sunday Apr 2019

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cunnilingus, debanawen, erotic poem, frigatrix, nbowen, Poetry, Potawatomi, sonnet, threesome

Soft or hard, purple or brown, my mouth takes
it deep your tongue tongues it, crests it. Our lips

purse as we start to suck, as her cunt quakes
and salt droplets her skin. With acid trips,

frigatrix fingers and chronic, we shared
a bed and your sister’s ruined body —

cancer had left her rickety and scared.
Deep love requires desire. The three

of us odd things. You say orgasms must
be the cure. I say with enough pleasure

we will hold on. But love, debanawen,
even death, nbowen, is neither just

nor fair. It just is. Like how we kiss her.
We pass the bong. We do it again.

NOTE:
Today marks Week 2 in my studies of the Potawatomi language. I want to learn it because it is beautiful to my ear. My goal is to one day translate English and Spanish poetry into Potawatomi, to help expand its edges, to make this world a little more interesting to be in. That said I am going to be working on this project for a long time to come. I’m constantly getting my verb tenses mixed up, which is why this poem is using only simple nouns. Love, in Potawatomi, is, “Debanawen,” while Death is, “Nbowen.” I hope soon to be able to form more complex sentences in my sonnets but today I’m being kind to myself. I’m a slow learner.

soft boys

13 Friday Jul 2018

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cock-suckers, erotic poetry, fellatio, gluteus divinus, i love the femme in you, It's Beltane, Love shall make us a threesome, red wind, soft boys, sonnet, threesome

Over the roofs there soon came the red wind

of late June, the one that twists, raises skirts,

 

shirts, my love for all the things that have sinned.

You cup his plump rump. “You spurt how perverts

 

squirt,” you sniff your fingers, slouched on the curb.

It’s odd how the hot air perturbs you more

 

than his sweat stains, my unzipped jeans. Perturbed.

Aroused. Whatever. There are few hardcore

 

soft boys — gluteus divinus — left

and you’ve taken us both, despite the daft

 

dry heat, weighing the sinew, brawn and heft

of each of our cocks while we spurt and laughed.

 

“It’s Beltane, cock-suckers!” Wind in your hair

as you toy with my lips, his derriere.

noontide

28 Monday May 2018

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anal sex, erotic poetry, incest, noontide, sonnet, threesome

Then I walk in. You are their Mama Bear;
Lyric’s cock hard in your hand, Karma’s cunt

spread wide under your tongue. Boys with longhair,
girls in combat boots; when you are pregnant

and huge like this your sex drive runs amok.
Noontide blunts. Bourbon. Gaping of your ass

as you slowly reach around your stomach
to guide Lyric in. I watch the blue-glass

veins, wide shaft, fatty tip vanish inside.
Who would ask for this when we feel pure want

consume us? When our lethargic passion
stirs? There is hell in not being denied,

in not saying no when you’re their mad aunt,
and these two, your baby sister’s children.

potheadette

12 Tuesday Sep 2017

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call me auntie, cunnilingus, diphthong, erotic poetry, hash cakes, niqabi, poem, potheadette, sonnet, threesome

Words that rhyme with grunt: we’ve been friends so long,
forthright, strong: rumble of vowel. I’ve throat-

fucked you so much that we’ve made your diphthong
skip groove. That noise that you make, that keynote.

It’s odd when the only thing in-between
me and our stranger is a ribbed condom.

Because we lured, with hash cakes, with obscene
talk, your new neighbor over. A threesome

when you should’ve been at school. By the third
bite you bit her neck, her clit, called her aunt.

You might call yourself a potheadette nerd
in a niqab, we both know what you want.

That sound that you make; unfettered, sloppy
with joy; my best friend, soaking wet, gushy.

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we, lovers from the golden age

18 Monday Jan 2016

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adventurers in strange new worlds, erotic art, lovers from the golden age, science fiction, threesome

strange new worlds (1)

strange new worlds (2)

“adventurers in strange new worlds”

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