Tuesday, 30 July 2013

That Moment

That moment
when your face goes all
serious as though the
fun has gone when really
inside your body,
within your head
the fun is
just beginning.

Friday, 19 July 2013


I suspect she has no idea how
beautiful she is, how many
heads she turns;
I suspect she wore that shirt to
enhance what she doesn’t have when
what she has is so perfect;
I suspect she is puzzled by the
hot stares of both sexes and by the
hot flushes such looks send through her;
I suspect she is a virgin who each night
dreams of priapic men, lustful women,
unspeakable depravity;
I suspect that once ignited her passion will
consume many human hearts, several
city blocks, and most of all

Sunday, 14 July 2013

Cleft and Torn

For Penny

You are cleft and I am torn
between hair and bare
liking the lack of
stragglers between my teeth but
missing the erotic tickle when
wet pussy leaves a warm
snail-trail down my
twitching spine.

"Swisser Swatter"

Cf. John Aubrey, “Brief Lives”, Sir Walter Raleigh

You winced, and I worried I’d
hurt you but you kept me
clasped with arms and thighs
urging me deeper with your
clenched feet, your taut breath
tight in my ear, resolving into a
mantra of simple syllables
ending in “me”.

Wednesday, 3 July 2013

What We Mean When We Write Erotica

Writing erotica is to
cook but not eat,
eat but not taste,
taste but not savour, when
eating, tasting,
savouring is what the
writer of erotica
most misses.