Monday, April 29, 2013
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Onyx & oiled with sex, he stayed pressed into my saliva,
rubbed the fingers to their nubs, tasted the sun just to break flavor into his mouth.
I dangled in front of him, a wreckage of body parts.
And he: "there are no fruit flies in your garter--no, touch there"
As I wore pretty dressed up as a man-eater.