What is itthat drives youinto the deep dark cornersof dimly lit hotel roomswhere sultry sounds echothrough paper walls?Penetrating soundsthat pound, pound, poundlike heavy hammers undergroundas you watch mewatch megoing down…watch me going down on him,stroking, strokingyour little stem.What pulls...

You knowwho you are.Let's pretendI'm your psychologist,and we can walk through thisissue together. Go ahead. Pull down your trousers.Yes, your underwear too. Now, cruise over to the couchand lie down. Unbutton that crisp, cotton Oxford and open itso, I...

I started this notesomewhere in the middleof Chesapeake Bay…staggeringupper deck on a ferry named FANTASY,floating towards Foreverville.Your arms surrounded melike a memory,chestnut hair wildly dispersed,September chill on sky-mist stationary,your tongue on the creaseof my sticky envelope,tendrils of curls crossing the...

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...