Month: March 2014

Suckle

His eyes strayed to the exposed curve of her breast for the fifth time in the last few minutes. Blue veins ran down from the top in intricate patterns that beckoned him to come trace each one with his tongue. He shuddered, shifting in his seat as his pants tightened that much more. The baby …

Frustration

Just a feeling, right? Until it becomes a tangible thing More than a lump in my throat More like I’m choking to death I’m a sensitive soul Offended by my upset sensibilities Can’t quit my job, can I? But enduring isn’t as fun as I thought it’d be What’s bubbling up is this urge To …