We are defiling her bed in glorious waysafter the bottle and music by candlelightand there I am just above her splayed legs,my face strafing across the horizon and I start making these sounds like a small planeso that she asks me what the hell I’m doingand I tell her I am a bush pilot coming inContinue reading “Bush Pilot [Poem] by Ryan Quinn Flanagan”
The Helplessness of Orgasm From the excited delirium of contorted flesh, arises the sudden weightlessness of an embrace. Out of the trembling helplessness of orgasm, emerges the intimate stillness of honey. Harder When your naked body quivers out of control, pale as the afterimage of a lightning flash, whisper into a flushed ear with a murmured sigh harder, harder, harder. Then speak only with the pressure of your thighs. Flashing Flashing your breasts so that only I could see quick as the middle of a dream all the open buttonholes of your blouse are still smiling.
it’s an exchange of glancesgestures and smiles to communicatedesire, lust, need; it’s our code of conduct,a secret language;i understand implicitly,when he looks at me; i obey,completely; without careful consideration,momentary reflection,i make my way to him;the room dark, air heavy;the smell of masculinityand desperation mixes withstrange fragrances of spiceand jasmine; and the soundsof fucking; we kissContinue reading “bathhouse [poem] by Jack Henry”
I love the golden enchanted forest between your legsMy intrepid tongue, my greedy lips explorer for the hidden oreYou sigh, grow wet, creamy, explode in sweet delightsYou pull my head roughly into your gushing vaginaI grab your ass pulling you tighter to me forming an unbreakable sealLater, I lick your hairy bush, your sticky thighsContinue reading “Love 1 [Poem] by Frederick Foote”
sometimes i play and think about you you quiver my shiver is never good as yours 😦 i penetrate myself with thoughts of you i groan, stuffed, my tongue in your pubes our nipples touch your finger in my cunny juicy my panties you fuck my ass choke me shuddering semen rolling in pulses downContinue reading “Besties [Poem] by David Sprehe”
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Mango Woman Last time I heardbeach bar waitersand bartenderswere pulling her out of the watersnaked, in a manic state,her gorgeous pale skinbare against the blue light of the full moonand, against her will, were dressing her with their own clothesbecause her lips had turned blueand because, as they said:“We have sisters ourselves…daughters…” Manic-depressive, mad-crazy, gorgeousContinue reading “Mango Woman [Poem] by Noel Negele”
It’s here! And there. And everywhere. Pink Litter 15 with poems and stories by: Ryan Quinn FlanaganWillie SmithBill WolakFrancis DavidJames Casey IVMimi Bordeaux JG Cain Click here to Read on ISSUU