Enslaving
Come closer,closer than cuddledundo our clothes,touch me, ticklebrush me lightlywith fingertips fiery let lips be fusedturn me slicker, sillyknead me, rub me,burn me fervent,faster, faster… tie me tighter.smothered in silkforever […]
Come closer,closer than cuddledundo our clothes,touch me, ticklebrush me lightlywith fingertips fiery let lips be fusedturn me slicker, sillyknead me, rub me,burn me fervent,faster, faster… tie me tighter.smothered in silkforever […]
Leisurely, you paint in utmost carewith circling fingertips on tingling skin inducing galvanism of craving,magnetic fields connecting currents fierce enough to yieldcrack my carapace, let firmness melt let soft grow […]
You were ember to my icicles, You, adventure and a scent more forceful than your wet footprints on the hard- wood floor from bath to me. You were braille on […]
When you butterfly on earlobes, mindless I am tossed as you dress my chest in mane of yours. Then you tongue my cheek, lip-sip spit and flurry me on fingertips. […]
night tip-tap-t[r]apped, slap the bass &dance [s]lip-slid[l]e tangoed his claws retract em- brace her legs s-s-s-lowly (lies) s[p]layed as hands retrace seams unzipped silk-slip-dip lips on hips brist[led] cheeks search […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis