"Busting out her pussy-I didn't have time to spareStopping my stroke, I licked pussy and pulled her wild hair,     "The shock of my tongue made her instantly grab silk bed sheetsAs her toes curled up under...

Dying, she said,"Toss my ashes to the northern lights, to drift among birches and be buried by snow." Ashes remain urn'edgathering dust within dust,but sun bursts crack the porcelainand sets within hearts' twilight

And you chew on my hand,skin and bone,like a mangy dogstill believingin one last caress. You chew on my hand,thirsty for touch,for a point of focus,for the image that loopslike a tired mirror:you chewing on my hand. My hand that strokes...