Let Me
Kiss you soft in the morning
Let me
kiss you soft in the morning
as the first wisp of dawn
tickles our lips
Let me
feel your bristly shadow
pierce through my supple flesh
aching with fervor
Let me
kiss you soft in the morning
as the first wisp of dawn
tickles our lips
Let me
feel your bristly shadow
pierce through my supple flesh
aching with fervor
We publish essays, and poetry about sex, sexuality and erotic relationships.