pushed nightmares arouse quick desire
a fast tease changes places with dirty friction
hot fucking flow– struggling glide–turns thought
love life surrounded in gentle motion–finally sparks
fell like pages read and played
great edge lingers
programming my fingertips
woman draw–aware– accustomed to vulnerability and regret
lust strokes fall
filmed poetry pushing
photographing shameful straining
instant sway
circuity is juicy and rare
my stacks are full of reality and a smile
technological loss– a year of soul–inconsequential
tantalizing a thousand wanton lights
come with validity

Part of the Cadavre Exquis Web 2.0 Series.

poet, temptress, artist, erotic, like fine wine meant to be savored.
i think i fit in well here… don’t you?