Schnorrer, or: Worse

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

Sow, or: Now

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

Sweet, or: Savory

An atom poem heart pumping blood I feel it pulse in you you’re flushed coral oh yes dearest my pet I know what you crave sweet talk and licks I love teasing you so you’re so so wet there that’s a savory taste it’s my piquant treat Atom Three line stanzas=tercets;Count letters: 5-7-5;This form links… Continue reading Sweet, or: Savory