the beat goes down– tag cloud poetry
weight lifted– our mission found a release in wondering hours recede that true beloved bond, slipping shivers closing and covering sacred scabs of anticipation soaked in a wander land of liberation and rain shards of perpetual sexuality exploring girth and inches a symbolic flesh beatdown explained my nakedness solid blocks of matter holding friction and [...]
walking
images teasing soaking my core white process and power heartache sexual slit late touches experience fire camera face shoots the morning thick orgasm moves rhythm pulls art thinking slides legs open electric drips innocence gratification–slipping regret curve simultaneously giving erection told breath and words decide men walk raw personal moaning plunge and spread dragging my [...]
compelled wayward
It’s the last day of National Poetry Month, so one last Cadavre Exquis Web 2.0. Have a wonderful sunshine filled weekend– you know what would make a sunshine filled weekend even more wonderful? Some sweet pussy licking, eating, devouring, drinking… especially that of the library girl variety. much love, vix Compelled Wayward unspeakable every time–slightest [...]
urge
More Cadavre Exquis Web 2.0/National Poetry Month fun. Urge thinking started in the pages of my core images teasing, sent innocent–soaking monumental emotion eaten beget lewd shocks-spot wireless configuration exhibitionist habit, location representation, learning belief drippy and playful–connect addicted hue countless parts, pebbles, numbing in response climax eventually–rigidness dissipated. end. incident of virtual fools trash, [...]
Year
I have just realized that is was a year ago yesterday that I began writing this blog which started out on Google’s blogspot until they gave me the boot (fuckers). Only just recently do I feel past all the technological fucked aspects and that I am getting back to this personal word expression. It has [...]
fantasy fulfilment
Some of you may know I like to run, well this activity has had to be put aside for awhile due to some stupid foot injury and past body abuse, it is making me crabby and bitter. It really is the ONLY activity that completely clears my mind. Anyway… This setback has me doing double [...]
bridge
I want the dynamics of men Architects of entity agents of duality protagonists of vice under their eyes Antigone like demise riveted on the fly solid fuck structure I want to straddle someone spread myself wide look at me lids stray and snap back to gaze
Kitchen Table Science
Hands griping the back of my neck, pulling me further in, your fingers intertwine their way into my hair–locking, wrapping around a mess of sweaty, matted, sexed out tangles. Pushing–pulling; as my lips work the unexplained, around your solid beam. Filling, tasting the sweet brine dripping from your slit onto my tongue. Captivating essence of [...]
