Artwork

I taste your lip gloss Each time our lips cross. Oh, I enjoy, I crave your hardness, To tame, to harness, My good, good boy. I lace you tightly, I love you slightly, My gorgeous man. The living artwork, Guggenheim, New York. You want. I can. Erotic object. Hypnotic...

Fairy Dream

The sun was three oaks high when Little Fairy Woke up from her delightful little dream And moved her thigh covered in crushed red berry Ardently being licked up by morning beam. “Who would the daddy be this time, I wonder?” She mumbled with a careless sleepy smile. It...

Element

So you called such behaviour childish. Sudden. Even petty. Where you live, you must have seen the vigor with which water breaks against hard ground. Imagine the element flowing. Suddenly her path is blocked by massive lumps of ice, so cold even birds don’t fly above...

Status Quo

Sketched with a pencil, trees are keeping guard For my enchan…(scratch that) surrendered castle. Under the bridge rests thick and darkened lard Unfit to be a carrier to a vessel. It’s been a while indeed since dragonflies And sprightly fish disturbed the frigid...