intent
drunken intent kissing blaze pinched tantalized blushed ride all night into sunrise burn constrained selectivity confined this core needs more splayed silken gloss drips notes fade stars fall muscle rise turgid lips licked to please i aim kneel fill feed use
The Vixen Version.
‘Twat the night before Christmas, when all through the roost Not a pussy was stirring, but she was still feeling loose; My stockings were hung on the towel rack with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; I was just getting nestled all snug in my bed, While visions of hard cock [...]
Mystic Vixen
Mystic Vixen By G.D. Rune The mystic Vixen roams California’s body, moving slowly down Sierra snowdrifts curved like thighs, delving deftly into dark canyons and ravines. She explores brown, rounded foothills, finds her way to the mysterious Delta where all things seem to begin and . . .begin again. From there, the luscious Central Valley [...]
capture
everything I love I break sabotage my true heats fate grows full then hesitates with a mind that should be analyzed lover, but wife to never be perfectly captured perfectly lost in composed frustrations image by Ralph Gibson
Too Much and Never Enough
Too Much and Never Enough She was one who lived close to her skin— As if she tasted with it. And I Was there one night within her sphere. So thin The distance was between us strangers—why? We felt it all at once; we needed it: The sex was a devouring force that did Not [...]
Sonnet For the Library Vixen
You always knew she kept more than the keys To information. And you sensed the cool And stern affect and skirts beyond the knees Hid sexuality. Of course, only a fool Would underestimate this vixen’s power– The holdings and the indices, the hair Unpinned, a tryst after the aching hour Of closing time, commingling truth [...]
983
three flights up kettle signals unanswered hot water circulates. pipes– skeletal system inhabitants of 983 stir in morning dark shoes abandoned outside the door banished from the warmth of the inside the lives of others going unknown heard in glimpses of stories I create with each noise there lay a mans wife eyes straining to [...]
protagonist cunt
Hunger of the cunt and mind leave me entwined visions leap from the page tripped into illusion today–of my fucked mouth hands into the ocean between my thighs sitting tense on the edge of our words jump the gun–tangled hands incandescently blaze the way five hundred miles either direction north or south find the way [...]
there once was a boy named gary
there once was a boy named gary he was only mildly hairy he met a girl who claimed to be a vixen with curls of red and often liked a licken’ Well– vixen soon found herself smitten with mildly wildly hairy Gary with a smile so wide and bright vixen declared “slide you cock in [...]
memories you can’t see through
the sudden visibility of sound transitory memory of strangeness and pain bits of ones and zeros not concrete lovers contention waxes and wanes evocation drips from my chin formed tangible bits with no software lives built in code that will not be decipherable technological Utopianism short circuits Tweet
