On Both Knees

June 24, 2017

I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’

I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’

I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life

Sanam Sheriff

i have fantasies about my sister-in-law. Hmm.. i’d like to finger her slowly, getting her all wet and dripping, taking my time easing more fingers into her until she’s bucking and begging me to fuck her. Then I’d lick her lightly and curl my fingers into her sweet spot and tease her even more until she wheezes and groans “pleasepleasepleaseplease” and then finally i’d put the vibrator in her and fuck her fast and hard until she’s yelling “moremoremore”.


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June 24, 2017

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June 24, 2017

Thank you for the selfie
I wish you’d move your hand
I want to see your lovely cock
I want to see it stand –


June 23, 2017




We need to learn to love the flawed, imperfect things that we create and to forgive ourselves for creating them. Regret doesn’t remind us that we did badly. It reminds us that we know we can do better.

Kathryn Schulz
Don’t regret regret

few can escape

June 23, 2017



The soul of a women is like a book which few are able to read – like the wild ocean it has hidden depths, labyrinthine in complexity, a maze that few can escape.

La casa de muñecas (The house of Dolls)

Feeding off new flesh

June 23, 2017

21st June

Five buzzards circling overhead. I’ve never seen so many of them in one go. One of them peels away and flies low over the garden into the tall stand of trees to our left. They are hunting, probably for chicks or fledglings. Their slow circling takes them ever nearer the trees surrounding the churchyard where the rooks nest –

Soon the rooks will rise in a black flapping cloud to drive the buzzards away. There will be a feathered Battle of Britain in the clear blue dome of the sky. One or two buzzards they can usually cope with, but five – ?


Certain thoughts come at very precise times. They have their own agenda. Night encourages them, gives each of them their own moment. And the more there is silence, then the more they will make noise –


It is not difficult to cross the road. But it depends who’s waiting on the other side, doesn’t it?


The mornings lately are misty making everything on the moor look ghostly and strange. Step into that mist and you take a step back in time –