Love stretches

a kiss to kiss, a moist succulent strawberry of tongue cherished and embellished, diving nude to meet its partner in a swollen embrace, the throb of desire thumping madly,

The Angel's Silence 20

She noticed a dark figure slowly coming towards her.

After the silence

the ground almost swallowed those moments in which my mouth was closed as a zipper is closed with threads in a ritual adapted by two or three men with dicks enough to rape me, shutting

The Angel's Silence 19

This was the moment they had been waiting for.

Into the Wilderness

I was thrown, out of slavery, so He said, liberated in a sense, no longer in fear and awe of Egypt whose secrets I so longed to absorb. It's true, I lived in fear

Without you

A familiar landscape emerges. The hazy hazes begin to clear and earn a mist like quality.
Poem of the week

Union Cottages Revisited

Bedlam Lane and the gasworks, and a freight line running through. Red terraced houses, two-up, two-down, with the sound and the distant view
Cherry

Daguerreotype III

Nope, still got no idea what this is about!

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