Your deep breath in
and close of eyes
as I slowly slide
My hand in your hair;
there, you’re where
I want you.
All in poetry
Something Something Cock
It’s hard to write good porn
Subtle touch without, within;
Describe without cliche
delicious touch of breath on skin,
Guest Poetry - Vinícius de Moraes
I did anticipate that someone might want me to read a famous author. I did not anticipate that it would be in Portugese.
Guest Poetry - Desiree Abalos
Hurt You and When we met
Two guest poems by Desiree Abalos, narrated by Fucking Poetry
Guest Poetry - Gabrielle S. Awe
I can see the forest
The darkness touches me
It whispers my name and plays with my hair
Regret Tastes Like
when I was a child, I discovered
that regret has a unique flavour.
indeed, it has more than one
and we all become connoisseurs
the more opportunities we get.
And why?
Because I know.
In pain, you can let go.
"I don't know what you want",
He said,
"But perhaps I can guess",
There’s an ease
in release
And I don’t mean fucking…
Or perhaps I do - in part
at least.