Tag Archives: pleasure
I Feel It
I feel it, the welling sorrow, the sucking, drowning black of it, the empty chill, the hollow barren-blue of a dead sky overhead and a whorling sea around. I feel it, the way there was once a fire in me, … Continue reading
Linguistics
I miss kisses. I miss the taste of lips on lips. I miss the hunger in your eyes and the warmth of your hands. I miss the violence of your love, the way your teeth would sink in, the way … Continue reading
Cute, quaint, and perhaps a bit country
The smile of the angel is torture and rapture. The kiss of the whore is always the same. Is it any wonder we expect our pleasure to come with a measure of delirious pain?
I Dreamt Of
I dreamt about you, again. I dreamt of pushing you against the glass in that hotel in Prague. Of your breath and skin fogging the window. I dreamt of your stockings around your throat, your lips gone bruise-purple. I dreamt … Continue reading
You’re Too Willful
There is silence between the two, in the bathhouse, the thick steam clinging to them both, making blonde waves damp, making blonde curls tighter. “I’ll stay here in silence with you, but I had assumed you called me here for … Continue reading