A small set of poems where longing, heat, myth, and confession take the lead.
I look upon her feminine grace And think words that will go unacted upon. Lay me down among silken dreams; Let me wrap my finger in your hair, Pull you down into my moist longing, Hold you between my thighs As your tongue explores me. Suck, nibble, and tease my little button Until I die a little death. I'll let you hold my limp body While we share a cigarette Until the break of day. But alas, it's just a fantasy, Cursed to never happen. I never could.
Sappho come to me across time
Lie your body with mine...
Our nude
We'll look upon our feminine grace...
And let our fingers and lips explore...
The rise of Helios
Ride me until I flatline. Lay me down among silken sheets. Make me scream while I dig my nails in until you bleed. Your back marked like you mark my heart. A little death for both of us makes the day bearable. No need to linger on the act; our threads need not entangle. I'll act like a man and pretend to be unaffected.
Oh, Erato, let's dance naked on Helicon, our bodies under the light of Selene, our hair flowing over our glowing bodies, our movement weaving a tale. Your sisters diminished this night, we'll let our fingers find spots sacred and die a little death for your art, making Eros and Sappho green with envy as we fall into each other.