I’ll be your candy apple, your sticky sweet serene. You’ll slide inside my ultra glide and glaze my Krispy Kreme.   I taste like cotton candy. You pound my tambourine. I twirl my skirt. “Please make this hurt!” You rip me at the seam.   Your bumper car has...

This room has seenus to the last.The years have cast our meetings hereas images on frosted glasswith raindrop spray.Our secret past is sealed awayinside a dream…This room has seen a placewhere I belonged to you,and you alone belonged to...

Fia speaks,and I reply.We see each other eye to eye.My body fits her like a dress.She flicks her tongue, and I confess.She takes me where I should not go.She tells me things she cannot know.She pets my muff until...