I think of it as coming
back to myself,
like a second cousin
visiting from the states
As if I’m waiting in
the airport terminal,
hands full of sweat
and a note stapled to my chest
I can’t remember when
I first became a space to be filled,
an empty vessel floating
in between the veil
But I’m starting to feel
like more of a splutter
than a storm,
and it’s moments like
this that make me think God
is just fucking irresponsible
I find myself digging
for my sense of wonder
at the bottom of my music box,
like the folded ears
of a saxophone player,
sitting across the bar
As if I’ll slide my hands
across the slime of my exterior,
slip back into my identity
like an old coat
While I tumble into the
empty bellied passion
of a man with small hands
and an inability to say my name,
hoping I’ll come across
my purpose for life
while drenched in his cum

Kaylene Mary

bruise him

July 1, 2018

I kissed him passionately, I even wanted to bruise him, so that he would not be able to forget me.

Françoise Sagan
Bonjour Tristesse

A sad fact

July 1, 2018

Erotic dreams

July 1, 2018

Erotic dreams are good, but turning them into reality is so much better!

This body has known the darkest of sensual and carnal delights. This skin is etched with livid lash-strokes reflecting beliefs and personal tastes held for years to be the central core of my sexual being. I am my scars; my scars are me.

Gray Wolf

dirty thoughts

July 1, 2018

My sweet, complacent puppy awaits the dark, dirty thoughts that fill my mind –

Sadism Sunday

July 1, 2018

I’m two seconds away from castrating you with my heel.

Christina Lauren
Beautiful Bastard

I loved you & everything about you,
the way you shimmered,
& shook your arse
& every time you did it in public,
half the human race
was hypnotized.

Jonny Angle

a desert

Nyx sold her womb somewhere between Punjai and Faleen, on the edge of the desert.

Drunk, but no longer bleeding, she pushed into a smoky cantina just after dark and ordered a pinch of morphine and a whiskey chaser. She bet all of her money on a boxer named Jaks, and lost it two rounds later when Jaks hit the floor like an antique harem girl.

Nyx lost every coin, a wad of opium, and the wine she’d gotten from the butchers as a bonus for her womb. But she did get Jaks into bed, and – loser or not – in the desert after dark that was something.

Kameron Hurley
God’s War