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
The Farting Teacher-Part 1It was my first day as a teacher at Lakeview High, an all girl school. I was fresh out of college, and it was fair to say that I didn't have a lot of money. It was hard being a 25 year old girl with average boobs and a mediocre ass, to fit in. I strolled down, observing the surroundings. I walked into the staff room, and greeted all the teachers. They were all mainly women in their forties. Suddenly, I saw a beautiful girl calling me over. She had boobs as big as volleyballs and an ass as big as two basketballs. She was about my age, with blonde hair and the kind of face and body you see on magazines.
I sat down beside her and she told me that her name was Fiona, and I told her mine was Sarah. The teachers started piling out, going to their various classes, but I noticed Fiona didn't either. We were all alone, and turned to face each other. We started talking about our backgrounds when suddenly when I was talking, Fiona lifted her leg up to her chest and I heard pppppffffffttttttttt. M
The Farting Teacher-Part 4I sat in my classroom after a long days work. I was correcting tests. Every single one of them seemed to be tainted with farts, causing me to cough. I had thought of Fiona's farts all day. How something so rancid could come out of something so beautiful and elegant astounded me. She belonged in a beauty pageant. Suddenly the door opened. It was Fiona. My heart lifted. "Something's not right in here". BBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP She let off a ten second stinker that had a distinctive nacho cheese smell. I secretly took long whiffs of it, the smell enticing me. "Ewww Fiona, tell your butt to stop". "Gabby and Claudia will be up in a second. There bringing a girl with them, Robyn, who apparently has great farting ability" I secretly couldn't wait for them to come. "Watcha doin'?" she giggled afterwards and I wondered why. I turned around and saw her wincing. I was suddenly met with an ungodly smell, a smell that you wouldn't wish on anyone's nostrils. "Oh my god, Fiona,
The Farting Teacher-Part 3I woke up, feeling a headache coming on as a result of the gassing. I got up and walked by the chair with my dress on it, filled with methane and gas molecules. I picked it up with one hand and covered my nose with the other. I ran downstairs and threw it in the washing machine. My hand reeked of farts, so I washed it. I regretted going into the fart chamber with the farting bitch but I was tight on money and I had no other option. I got dressed and got the bus to the school. I walked into the staff room and was greeted by dirty looks from the other teachers. I saw Fiona in the corner, but I steered well clear of her. I looked up the odd time at her and saw Fiona looking at me. I looked at what she was eating and was a burrito filled with cabbage and cauliflower. I brought my hand up to my mouth, not realizing that it still smelt like methane and I started gagging. I looked up and saw her laughing.
As soon as the bell rang, I walked out quickly and decided to get the elevator as my cla
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.
InsatiableHe wonders what she hides behind
that mischievous smile, and the
crescent wile of curvaceous skin.
The little black dress that shows
what's hidden from within, and artful
hands that tender its sin,
of how her eyes can melt his soul,
black gems that glitter, flash and burn,
and make him yearn for tangled limbs.
His lover's mouth with its hunger,
insatiable until it's done.
Her body's desire renders its pureness,
oiling his with her serpent's move,
slick from the whiteness of him.
Moonlit gleam of heavy eyes, a shudder
and a rush of sighs when a tongue curls in.
Her grin, and the joy felt within by her
lover's unexpected turn;
to start the kiss anew, to rise again and
quench her needy thirst as the cycle repeats
till passion wanes and lulls them in
a slow-motion sleep.
Where did that little black dress go?,
her dreamy smile won't let him know,
though the setting moon will take a peek
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
The Farting Teacher-Part 5I woke up with a smile on my face. I felt Fiona's beautiful body against me. The duvet was still covering us. The smell was like no other. It smelt like a mix of spicy burritos mixed in with rotten eggs and sauerkraut. I adored it. I started to take long whiffs of it, savoring it in my lungs, wishing for nothing else than to be able to breathe in Fiona's stinky farts rather than oxygen. BBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTPPPPPPPPPPPPP A fart roared out of Fiona's behind. I stuck my nose in her bare asshole, the stench sticking in my nose, thankful that I had a great sense of smell. Suddenly, Fiona woke up. She looked at me with a smile on her face. Her blonde hair flowed down past her shoulders like a waterfall. She came up to kiss me. My tongue met hers, creating a seal that could never be broken. BBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP The sound deafened my ears. It raged on for at least a minute. I could see the effort Fiona put in to release the fart, on her f
The Farting Teacher-Part 2I sat in my classroom, feeling sorry for myself, the stench of cabbage and old rotten eggs stuck in my nose. Suddenly, all the other teachers walked in with a cake in hand. They immediately started to cough and one of the teachers called Cathy even said to me "If you have to fart, do it on your own time". I tried to explain to them but they left in a whirl of fanning noses and coughing. "Now the teachers hate me for something I didn't even do". I felt so sad and took a bite from my apple, forgetting that she had farted on it. My mouth was instantly met with the taste of sulfur and eggs and I spat it out immediately. I opened a few windows and tried to air out the room. After the lunch break, I thought a good bit of the smell had dissipated, and my next class came up. They were young but they still noticed the smell but didn't say anything. Every so often I would notice one of them coughing.
My next class was the same class I had yesterday, my first one. Before I could start talking Cla