poem

I wasn’t

I almost titled this “I wish I wasn’t”. Because I care too much about how people feel about me, I don’t handle people turning away from me well. Opinions and silence matter equally to me, and inconsistency is confusing. I wish I wasn’t so sensitive Unbelievably fragile when I don’t believe I am Speak with …

And Then

Turn on you stomach Raise that lovely ass high Spread impatient thighs Wide. Wide. Wider. That’s my girl A cunt so sweet Scenting the air I smell I inhale. All of you Let tentative fingers touch Slowly tease dewy lips Uh uh, not until I say Go until I say stop Show me what’s mine …

Small Feelings

Intellectually she can see her worth Herself painted in beautiful pictures Being objective, she is a majestic being Except Her majesty is obscured by uncertainty The painting seems less vibrant And intellect can’t stop feelings. You feel me? Reconciling self is hard The world pities and destroys Not that she needs any help Or would …

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 …