writing

Ceuf

A dignified affair No tie, no suit Seated comfortably A sophisticated feast An arm slid around her waist just as she lifted the pan to turn the omelet. She let out an undignified squeal nearly dropping her food. He wrapped a steadying hand around hers. “Morning.” She turned her attention back to the dish. “Mmm, …

Amuse-Bouche

A single bite A choice spot Where would you sink your teeth? Along a delicate neck Around one blackberry colored nipple In the curve of a round bottom Along the line of one generous thigh Or between? In lips that start dark Funneling in to pink flesh that grips back This body meant for nibbling …

Aperitif

Sounds floated through the cracked door. The low murmur of voices, the scrape of chairs along the floor, silverware clattering against plates, and wine being poured seemed a distant buzz under the frantic beat of her heart. His moist breath fanned over the space where neck and shoulder met. Her naked skin pulled taut, goosebumps …

Impossible

A rush of emotion like the blush of a sunset If I could spell out the angst that covers me like dark clouds I’d retell the story of my soul “Once upon a time, there was this pretty brown-skinned girl with a heart full of hope” Oh, the stories I’d narrate to help that one …

In The Nick of Time

Arousal is a delicate thing More than the flowering of her cunt, More than wet desire coating plump lips. She’s seeking that mind-body connection Creeping into her being Deeper than a cock could plunge Stretching the walls of her psyche Leaving her breathless, crying out The name of her lover on her lips The one …

Plug In

My life is a series of check-ins. The cool surface of the keyboard or the smooth glide of the iPhone are the only touch I know. “New alert for you, Deidre. Rachael liked your photo.” Rachael, my friend from college. She used to stay over in my room to study for Organic Chem and we’d …

Firm

This wanted to be a story, but it’s the last day of poetry month so I tweaked it a bit. His handshake told me secrets Tight, but not too tight Slightly calloused palms And unbelievable heat I knew in two seconds His attitude, aptitude The depth of his command And his ability to direct me …