And in a breath, darling, you get him as stiff as dust. It’s your willingness to stay – your hand a glove full of bait. You’ll send him back to where he came from with a rebel wail. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone where you found the pedal, the trick.

Spine [Poem] by Robert Beveridge

  Tongue tickles coccyx, trails up your back. Hands on hips clench, light, relax. You shiver. His tongue higher, he shifts, knees outside yours. His hardness nestled between your cheeks, his tongue between your shoulder blades, Your legs spread, just a touch as his tongue reaches the back of your neck. Another shift and hisContinue reading “Spine [Poem] by Robert Beveridge”