It’s been so long. So long since you let me seduce you. Since you let me peel off your clothes in a slow way, music in…
It’s the Counting Crows lyrics. Or maybe it’s not. It’s your old band shirt. Or maybe it’s not. It’s your…
Something about the rhythm of the waves. It’s always seemed intensely erotic to me. The unrelenting, unabashed pull, the incessant need…
Erotic Poetry
I look different in print.The serifs dip below the strokes,their angles catching the pagelike…
in edges/in peaks/in valleys/she imagined him/in all the ways he’d touch her/the hard parts of…
