Wednesday, 30 May 2012


He knew of her yen when he married her,
nurtured it through the struggling years and then
let it loose, much to her surprise that he'd
spied on her all those years ago on her knees
behind the school, worshipping what she loved,
getting what she desired and now
getting it again with his loving help, though
he had to stop accompanying her to church because
as she knelt to accept the host
all he could see was the
hosts of men who had dyed those
pale pink lips with their
opalescent white.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012


I let my hands rest gently on your
slender shoulders and watch the
whirligig of emotions flicker across
your retinas as you understand
where this will lead and how it will
end and you don't so much
fall to your knees as curtsey
knowing now exactly what to do.

Monday, 7 May 2012


His heaviest belt hung from a
hook in the hallway so she
always saw it, hadn't yet
earned it, wondered what it might
feel like, applied with passion to the
tender upholstery of her behind,
if her wince/sigh/smile would go
unnoticed at the next
board meeting.

Thursday, 3 May 2012

Your Startled Eye

My eyes were closed, my mouth
tight-stopped to yours, our tongues
langourously interleaving as your
soft body rode mine, when a
weight stilled you and you
rose slightly, so we were
eye to startled eye as a
cylinder of flesh similar to mine
broached your back passage, and you
sobbed something sinful as he
slid home snugly
alongside me.