Erotica
The Taste of Citrus
Fire
The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe to my neck, marking your territory. You stop at my collarbone; nipping it gently with your teeth before lifting your head to look at me. Our shirts are lost somewhere on the floor, my bra discarded on … Continue reading Fire
Dragons and Peonies – Christine E. Ray
Saturday Afternoon Poetry
bare skin glides against my rough edges like warm sand you buff my contours smooth mouth tracing the trail of my vertebrae you become cartographer of my ridges and valleys before breathing electricity along my spine bold fingertips find the places I ache work me like clay patiently loosen the knots I have tied myself into until … Continue reading Saturday Afternoon Poetry
Clay
There are days And nights Where the only thing Keeping me from Sliding completely into the abyss From becoming a shapeless Nameless blob of ectoplasm Is your skin against my skin Your mouth against my mouth Grounding me Calling me home Even when the knowledge Has started to slip away from me Your body remembers … Continue reading Clay
Brave & Reckless 