Three Poems by Bill Wolak

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. 

bathhouse [poem] by Jack Henry

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”

Love 1 [Poem] by Frederick Foote

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”

Mango Woman [Poem] by Noel Negele

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”

Skin-Starved Skin [Poem] by Alison Miller

Skin-Starved Skin He spoke of his nipplepoked into her mouth and I remembered hers, perfectly pointed. I didn’t run away with the girl with yellow nail polish I didn’t even try but I’ll meet you at a motel any motel. You come only in red and black Like flannel shirts, ladybugs,luck.  Alison Miller is a writer and sex educator. Alison’sContinue reading “Skin-Starved Skin [Poem] by Alison Miller”