I am the clean white sheetbeneath you  awaiting the deep dip  of your deft quill    Longing for the spill  of your sensual ink  feeling it wet  upon my virgin skin     Words are caresses  as my body confesses  with...

Your mouth is in my hairGentleMy bedroom has a carving wheelFear notI'm not afraidIt's a hot one todayThe teet will be removedSharpness as dull as your lifeLet the blood drip onto my rugSurprise!I really hate you!You remind me of...

You can feel the beaver in your groinUnderstand it cried and then diedIt felt nice while it was aliveNow it's a beat up red holeBoys will attempt, that's no surpriseTake one for the team, duckTheir attempt at a drive...

I am your poem  that place where you roam  when you spread me  out on the table  Warm me with your hands  smoothen me  with a tender press  that makes me confess   While you read my words  read my...