Tag Archive: sex poem

ecstacy taking over (again)

white socks, peeking trepid ‘tween cut jeans and green Chucks, the face sewn on its pure fabric taunts my- self as my eyes pretend absentmindedly to dart in its direction;   his white… Continue reading


Malate, what is you? What is you whose center kills us, dragging sore feet through your doors, newly-laundered from a hard night’s release, what is you? What is you, spiked temptation, whose slaves… Continue reading