We had to change our original comment in recognition of your ability to say bodies slapping in an acceptable way. Hahaha, on the for real Lady we love it, it makes us think of slow love. Tight

This drifts between tenderness and urgent intensity, capturing the physical and emotional in a way that’s intimate without being flashy. I love how the language makes the body feel like both terrain and vessel, with every moment earned and alive.

Passionately penned, Fia. Excellent write, you always deliver the goods my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Chère F.,
You are being rather harsh on yourself, labelling this as 17. Or you are living in a different part of the world.

This kind of love making I learned/learnt from another beautiful lady.
I can only hope that I can get you to rub off on me the way to describe it the way you do.
This is almost French by nature. You can get away with most everything, as long as you mind your language.

Needless to say I love it to bits!
Warm regards, Gus

hello beautiful Fia so deeoly passionate I have felt this in my lifetime ❤️sexy and powerful write…

Hauntingly penned, Brenda. Amazing dark write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is darkly charged and unapologetic, leaning hard into seduction and danger without blinking. I like how the poem owns its fascination with shadow, letting desire and menace speak in the same breath.

Thanks for the news, Fia. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Great info, thanks!

Passionately penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
On DUP my nom de plume was Jilted Johnny.
Not practical, because on SoundCloud the seemed to be somebody with the same name.
I like it that you use Jilted in this very beautiful new poem of yours.

Love it a lot. The artwork too.
An awful lot.
Warme groeten, Gus

hi dearest Gus you honor me with your presence thank you my friend and jilted I can’t see it I deeply appreciate your thoughts ❤️

Many times writes are over my head, like this one. LOL. I’m pretty good at deciphering poems, etc. Yet some are more complex and perhaps “inside” than I can travel to. But, pixie sticks poems have kept many a reader caught up in the meanings, looking for that connection with the author. It is a bond formed of our mental values. Of what we grasp for, as writer and reader. You make a hell of a spider.

Oh motherfuck YES, this is goddamn poetry. I needed to get my head out of my own ass and breathe some air, and you, my sweet Welsh friend, are cold wind on a warm day.

The way you fuck a line, gods, with lube and soft kisses and hair pulls.

You weave a poem and use an unexpected trope-twist to make real magic. I’m reminded of why I word-crush on your shit.

THE FUCKING LANGUAGE…

straddle waking dreams to the hymen-ever-after

AND THIS?! Fuck you. I’m literally jealous I didn’t write it…

….and the moon is a voyeur’s pearl
stringing whispers to sky balustrade

THIS?! AAAAARRRHHH!
strip negligee to bone

I’m almost over-stimulated and about to cuss you out for being brilliant but this?!

sea-shell coved against my ear
like a seance with the deaf

…. that was amazing

I wish I hadn’t quit smoking.

Kickass shit.

BB

Dear R,

The energy of night passion jumps off the page in this piece. Two lovers trying desperately to make it happen without consequence of hurting others. The romance of the ocean in the back ground is hot and (al)luring. I really enjoyed the beauty, intensity and sexy shivers in this poem. H 🌷

Hauntingly, up my alley…fantastic!

Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Excellent write with great storytelling my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian