Burnished head consecrating
tarnished thighs in the hot tongues of unborn
sighs candle-fingered, the light is bleeding into
Prince of stares in the semi-seeing night,
when you are certain as arrows
you will never catch me.
Cold at FourIs there a technical term for a harp maker?
If there isn't, it's you, as a body, that canine
Your name doesn't
ring right but it's what you do with it that counts:
I tumbled around it and never said it at the correct second, like the
cuboid-skulled choirgirl a note behind, loud and disgusting. A faulty
The banal usurping of my bookish tongue
came on quick.
I'm very sorry.
Everything scratched backwards and now my spine streams
from my throat, cursive handwriting.
Scored in your scalp:
the clicking of toes, falling asleep in the hands of metal men,
forgotten criminality, barbed wire telephones -.
you look like so many faces -
for all I know you don't exist except in broken chairs.
The Maritodespotic PathI am naked beneath my coat of armour.
I woke and thought it was the sickness
I'd had before - my lips had never burned
The ghost of your dog came to me
last night, while I dreamed;
it burst into grey dust and
told me my bulimic piano solos were beautiful.
Dancing under the pregnant sky,
a waning gibbous belly crowned
with violet cloth,
I converse with the moon -
deep, dark French.
I love to speak
to hunted rabbits
and unlit trees.
WitchMy belletrist, little hunched cardigan-drenched
finch, he says, Mess, blooded with French shores and burned cakes,
don't you come to my hand anymore,
crying poppies from sallow ducts, my tiny soil-saviour?
- he touches his own ass-ears with his spiked teeth
and pets me 'til I'm salmon, sunset -
Sleep in my bed, stocky moth,
cease your painting, beetle queen, queenly slut,
turned frizzy in the process of sharpening the sea,
mouth your watercolours and hose down the wall
- I am ill of him, his eating
makes me a murderer -
Newborn kettle-coffee throws a kiss
and our son climbs my sullen thighs;
I doubt we will fall out of love,
the spiders we are.
The WoodsThey were shaped like humans, humans with rat-tail hair or weeping willow spines or long hungry feet, and they danced around her, carried on her fearful imagination. She could taste their wicked delight and she cried, paralysed as they fed upon the chilled currents of winter walks. The little wolves spun up her ankles and took on her thighs; nothing left unexplored for them or her, a vicious loving in the trees. She met the thick loam with her knees and stayed upright, her hollowed body becoming the only memory anyone might ever have of her.
These are the woods where the children come to die. These are the shadows where grey-faced sleep waits, never speaking, never turning. The children fall into the grim peace and no one can follow their red toes into the shroud.
Vulva SongThe curtains are never drawn in the spare room.
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you sitting on the edge of the bath keeping watch right through me?
I feel the carpet and soak up every silent look, store them under my toenails, and I miss you. You exploded,
the bees in the lavender bush are all that's left of you.
Articulated PointsOne year after I met you -
Ill, stricken, your chocolate orange lies
castling across my joints,
I break concave dandelion, seeds
splashing under my gambling shoes.
One year, one month -
They may lay their hides over your favourite
city garden walks, might leave hopeful lip prints
on the glass in your sturdy museum holidays, spit
love-letter typefaces down their ankles or hum in the grey
cold to stay awake for surgery,
and I will coagulate with my dresses,
Pregnant TGPregnant TG
I was browsing the sex toy store online, when I saw a female lingerie set "Feminine Fantasy" on sale, with a free complementary maternity edition. Huh. I figured I'd try it out as any horny college guy would. It shipped to my apartment a few days later. That evening, I went to my bedroom and tried on the panties and bra. It felt smooth, almost tingly, when all of a sudden, I looked down to see that my penis had transformed into a vagina! I looked into the bathroom mirror, and noticed that wasn't all. My chest was filling out to a pair of C cups, and my hair was growing longer. My body thinned out, my adam's apple disappeared, and my jawline smoothed. My nose became smaller, and my eyebrows thinned out. I had become a woman!
I looked over at the packaging, desparate for some sort of explanation. I found nothing until I saw a small note in the bottom corner saying "Effects Temporary." Relieved, I went back over to the mirror to admire my new figure. I noticed that the bra str
Honied Words- Weight Gain in Poetry
The Queen of Bees was greatly shocked
When she rose that morn
she just looked out her window
and was, right there, filled with scorn
Amidst the Butterscotch Path
Where the sane would flee
Stood a chubby Saccharin
Eating honey fruit from her tree
“Such ignorance and gluttony”
Rage filled the Queen's mind
Not for the honey she was losing
But instead, the girl's bust line
Try as she might, the Queen was in peril
Her chest forever flat
But here was a trespassing dullard
Upon her chest, two orbs of fat
White knuckles clenched the window
And in an instant eyes turned green
And whilst the girl continually fed
Twas revenge, that sought the Queen.
To punish this girl was all too easy
She would not settle for pain
No, she wished for far much more
So instead, she settled for 'gain'!
The Queen grinned wickedly,
Running down her tower.
She would hold the girl prisoner
Such things were in her power!
Those rolling hips taunted her
As did those pillowed thighs
And it seemed the more
Care for a Foxy~ Foxy x Reader pt. 4
I had Foxy and his friend held captive. They're not going anywhere either. "So what am I gonna do with you, young one?" I asked the female. She says nothing, so I stared at her til she gave an answer. "Go to hell!" She mumbles. "What was that?" I asked getting closer to her and ear close. "Go to hell!" She says again. "Hmm... I'm already there, sweetheart. You on the other hand." I pick her up by her uniform. "Are not?" I chuckle evilly as I go on Foxy's side and sat her down in front of him. "Let her go and I'll stay!!" Foxy growled.
I seen that Freddy brought (Y/N) around in front of me and I knew what he was gonna do. "Let her go and I'll stay." I begged, growling a bit. "How about," Freddy started and brought out the golden Freddy costume out ready to stuff (Y/N) inside. "No." He finished. He grins to the sight of my fear. "Please, don't do it." I pleaded. "I'll do what you want." I offered. Freddy looks at me in a thoughtful gaze. "Hmm... Is that a
Getting it on
(Wait, isn't that hentai yaoi?)
Than two girls
(Which would be yuri)
In the same situation.
The world needs more yaoi.
Love between two guys
Is just as strong
As love between
A guy and a girl
Or two girls.
Yaoi is hot.
Yaoi is sexy.
erotica challenge - utro
how am i able
to bottle our bodies
and the blanketless
only our breath
as it brushes the seams
of our blistering lips
and battling tongues
that form whispers
from our mouths
as we merge, melting
with the other
thrusting of lovers
of contextual, sexual
how can i write
the truth of
and the honesty
your hands on my
and how can i spell
out the way your
or the feel
of my thighs
in on your face?
i am not able
to market such
or capture such
as the look
in your eyes
come to that
My Husband Tried To Make Love To Memy husband
tried to make love to me
he was topaz, he was
grim, he was the chalk
and smoky fire
of fear and gnawed-at
he was the bright face of fruit.
he was horrible and strange. he stared,
licked and rolled me in his palms
like a cigarette, wordlessly
dragged me from my grassy bed
by the bones in my legs and
pinned me down in that darkly
smiling, jagged place where
he put his hands on me and dragged
the crushed moans from my chest
made me yell
like a dog
and oh how frightened
and in awe i was of his caverns,
his black and rolling eyes
how his pomegranates bled
and trickled, bitter
ForEverYou can hold me
You can push me
You can help me
You can fight me
You can heal me
You can bleed me
You can save me
You can kill me
You can love me
You can hate me
Whatever You'll do
Whatever I will do
You will live in me forever.
The Ice Angel
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c