And Metis said
— I kittyed, he bulled, he rabbited, I snaked: between soft stones we waterfalled. — Ribboning legs our pearling gates
— I kittyed, he bulled, he rabbited, I snaked: between soft stones we waterfalled. — Ribboning legs our pearling gates
— Her flowery dress dusked and her legs went up towering into the sky. — I held them still carefully
— Blonde destruction drenched in cabernet: — Would you pour me another kiss? — Would you come drip near me?
— You’ve got fireflies on your eyes. Hugging arms strong as beetles and smiles like dragonflies in the summer. —
— Let me tell you, horny teen god, about the apollonian priestesses painted in gold, and black in their holiest
— In all things there is symmetry. — Give me your hand, feel here… Aren’t they pretty? — Can you
— The taste was unfamiliar, most assuredly. — The cream felt by the corners of her lips, as her clumsy
— We enacted tiny theater plays in that bedroom, full of primal sounds and bodily fluids. — Full of imitation