A limerick (NSFW) The frustrated wife's prayer Dear God, please! Help me reach an orgasm! Would I could breach that accursed chasm! Yes... I *know* that Hubby means well; But, oh, holy... mother lovin' Hell! The wimp jumps at my each sob and spasm!
Poetry Partners #95 'Naked and Sacred', by Nick Pipitone of 'Fiction & Ideas' Awakenings come when least expected A freeing of inner tension, an explosion Of color, light back into dull worlds The knot in my stomach is gone Soul connections made Souls fused together Souls finding souls on empty streets Drawn to each other… Continue reading Moonmilk, or: Full and embodied
From the divan, she could barely make out first light through the rolling fog in her head; rising, she shivered, instinctually pulling the strap of her cotton chemise up over her shoulder; glancing at her reflection in the cheval glass mirror. She cringed at smeared makeup and red wine stains, noting the confetti sparkling in… Continue reading First light, or: The rolling fog
Poetry Partners #41 'other, or: touch', a series of senryu by Freddie Omm of 'freddie omm' in another space another time where it is possible to touch the untouchable bliss of truly connecting others with ourselves the disturbances that mix us all up such times then do not disturb I lie with you now breathless… Continue reading Other, or: Mine
Poetry Partners #23 'The Art of Seduction', a poem by C L Barton of 'Linnets Sing in the Trees' Desire adventures in Turkey and Greece, a thief's attracted by what's kept out of reach. Stay with something forbidden reading poetry and kissing become permissible. Hear the call of appearance, the Devil in this dark was… Continue reading Seduction, or: Blank canvas
A Quadrille In the form of a not-Kyrielle He brought her presents every day, Penning serenades to sing her. She'd blush at every bouquet... Though, for her sweet words, doubts lingered... However, he couldn't ignore Her galivanting with swingers. She promised she was no schnorrer... Though, for her sweet words, doubts lingered. d'Verse Quadrille #136:… Continue reading Schnorrer, or: Worse
A dribble (in badger's hexastitch form) large boar nipped sow's thick neck; moist loins stirred in response; thus their lifelong coupling, monogamous, would start The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is derived from the micro-fiction… Continue reading Sow, or: Now