They sat for a long time on his bed in silence when his hand slid from his lap to rest lightly on her thigh. Zita looked at him oddly as he leaned in to kiss her. She moved back avoiding his lips. Luke looked into Zita’s eyes, an evil glint passed threw his piercing eyes.… Continue reading His
Tag: black silk
space tracking
T-minus fifty dollars until count down I’m sun red with needlepoints Half time scores under camera’s lens Fucked teeth on a black silk sheet
Always mine
She traced her fingers over her lips, remembering how he felt, how he tasted. But all she tasted now was the sharp salt of her fingers, and the bitter flavour of resent. He was Sarah’s. But that would never have lasted. It was only fair that she should end things herself. She wouldn’t have wanted… Continue reading Always mine
Emotional Breakdown
They sat in a red ’99 plymouth neon parked outside of an abandoned house. It was cold, but he still didn’t want the heat on. He was never cold. After all those years with no heating, anyone would.
Fleischmaschine
With my arms wrapped around your clinging flesh I moaned as if you were tearing me apart. Rein Raus Rein Raus Rein Raus, and so it goes forth into the depths of my wound. I could feel you inside, feel you so far deep that it was to wonder whether or not I would die… Continue reading Fleischmaschine
Give
And it spreads. Leaving no room for breath, for light, for love. Arms bound above the head. Eyes, blinded by black silk. A tremor of terror? A twist of undeniable pleasure? No control. Just being controlled. Losing the sense of who, what, when and where. Just feeling wave after wave of intense touching, tasting. Pushed… Continue reading Give