My lips are pink.My hood is red.And though I knowthe roads are safe by day,I walk the night instead. Through mossy moor and meadow creek,beneath the moon, I hear you speak.Your golden eyes like beacons senda welcome glow I comprehend. By...

How thenam I to mention theprocess of molting withoutelaborating my own desecrationwithout describing the evaporationof my divine inner plumageinside this stillwaterstorm of sunshinethe truth of light banishesmy bright gleaming feathersbeneath the blaze of her warm summer raysmy decimated colors...

My darkest door is very tight,so rarely used for what you like,but with persuasion, you may findI’ll take your cock up my behind. The glisten from your tiny slitis just enough – please smear a bitinside the sphincter of my...

"Ascending sexual compulsion" ...What does that even mean, baby?  Jesus, what is it with you novelists?Are you walking around with a hard-on twenty-four seven? Are you grinding in the sheets? Are you spurting in your jeans when you write...

Rest nowloverclimax wearysinged from my searing summer raysyou wounded doveyou famished field mouseSleepGather your strengthRise radiantto winter chillGlow against the gaunttundra horizonYour Snow Leopard stealthshall shineshall gazeshall prancegleefully renewedrefreshed and radiantvibrant and hungryas a frozen wildernessLeap, thenbound and determinedyour...