He asked me what I had been doing.I had been writing two books of poetry. But since I could not sell them and they were not making money I said what he could understand. I said nothing.

Rough, Raw, Righteous Tongue presses deep—not a kiss, but conquest,a moan muffled in the mouth,a gasp stolen before it can rise. Fingers probe my moistness—not gentle, but knowing,with relentless intent,mapping every slick secret. My wrists pinned overhead—you are gravity,I am undone.Each breath...

I love living a life in this inkpenning my words up to the brinkthe very edge of every pagecrafting poems salient and sage Burn my candle down to its wickwhile I pen within inks ever thickall across these thinnest of...

     Meg and Kristina are partners in crime. They're crime of being whores in their double lives made them sinners. Sinning comes easy to these zesty ladies.       Meg has a life at home with her family, who...