Imagining a Life with Her

She tells me she wants to be a baker, that it’s been her dream since she was young. I taste the cakes she’s prepared and I’ll admit – she is good. Her dream is to open a shop and delight the city’s sweet-seekers. I taste my new acquaintance’s sugary confection and imagine a life withContinue reading “Imagining a Life with Her”

I Hear You, My Darling

You stand there, doddling like a child in the corner, the baby blues flickering on your baby face. You mischievous kitten. I’ve figured you out. You’re a full woman in the mere guise of a child. Your stumped limbs, plumped with near-distant infant fat belies your true nature, rich with amorous stirs, which initially make meContinue reading “I Hear You, My Darling”

Rust

if my hands were the limbs of my mind I would understand women if my tongue could speak the words and emotion lapped from your cunt then I would know you inside out if you could hold my cock like something more than a toy maybe we could be happy perhaps if we try weContinue reading “Rust”

Last Call’s Final, Parting Gut-punch

the mirror behind the bottles behind the bar offer a view of your girl’s face as she endures your embrace and keeps an eye on me, waiting for a time when he will die of exhaustion, or shame, or by her hand and we can be together toss your hair, dance for me care notContinue reading “Last Call’s Final, Parting Gut-punch”

Who Couldn’t Love That Smile?

His cheekbones pronounced, his slight bristle of stubble, his brows immaculately-shaped, he positively glowed from the picture frame. He could have modeled. Perhaps not on the runway, for his demeanor was too humble, too approachable. He lacked the stark, cold angularity usually reserved for runway types – those exiguous flesh mannequins, paid to shut upContinue reading “Who Couldn’t Love That Smile?”

Just a Bukowski Tonight

let’s cut through it I’m just a man, nothing more and the way you did your eyes tonight is sexy the shape of your face reminds me of a girl I used to know someone who used me not her fault, I deserved it she was sexy too so is your face I can’t tellContinue reading “Just a Bukowski Tonight”

ponies and horses

oh but the ponies that prance light and glittering upon the fields so green that lay before the eyes and faces of the effervescent beauties of poise and stature may enjoy the spoils of said beauties’ brief attention but those mules who toil back in the dim stables away from high praise they shall reapContinue reading “ponies and horses”