Skin on green grassLegs entwinedSubtly dissolve in the soil Roses among broken glassCoffins the size of buildingsAnd they face giants with petals Branches reaching for daffodilsWith their Sapphic thoughts, assorted by a fatal kissAnd their fetal love, and uteropoetic...

What is itthat drives youinto the deep dark cornersof dimly lit hotel roomswhere sultry sounds echothrough paper walls?Penetrating soundsthat pound, pound, poundlike heavy hammers undergroundas you watch mewatch megoing down…watch me going down on him,stroking, strokingyour little stem.What pulls...

You knowwho you are.Let's pretendI'm your psychologist,and we can walk through thisissue together. Go ahead. Pull down your trousers.Yes, your underwear too. Now, cruise over to the couchand lie down. Unbutton that crisp, cotton Oxford and open itso, I...