by Site Admin | Aug 3, 2023 | Poetry
idream that i am back in france thedusty air clogging my throat likejoy catching in the windpipe of ahopeful moment; i think back to those moments onporches—so far from where icame to love the idea ofa wooden rocking chair—offrench cafes and restaurants, drinkingin...
by Site Admin | Aug 3, 2023 | Poetry
Pretty pink pussy.That’s what he sees; that’s what he wants.His eyes glaze over the body, but hisfocus is only on the dip betweenher thighs. He seessomething that he wants — somethingthat he will get. Manwho breathes as if he is in a constantstate of pleasure.Pretty...
