ith war, another school massacre and the Shiavo case bringing questions about death and the meaning and purpose of life to the forefront of our consciousness, what do those of us who write about sex "the little death" have to contribute to an understanding about the meaning of life, and of dying?
'Stealing Heaven From The Lips Of God', Bluechrome Publishing, 2004, ISBN: 1-904781-40-3, Signed copies available direct from the author, see:Hogmagundy
by Corey Mesler
chmesler@earthlink.net
old this just so.
Lift your eyes to meet this
tension; its beauty
is that of the asp.
Your foot on my shoulder
is quite a view.
Put my tab where your
slot beckons.
I love the march of muscle
up your nates,
the protuberant it makes in
me. Bunch
your nerves near this wet
spot, take a deep breath,
let me spill
here, into the endlessness
of stars, my love,
my cool and impertinent love.
Dinner and a Movie
by Terrie Relf
tlrelf@cox.net
e invited himself over for dinner and a movie, but I didnt mind. After all, I watched the cooking channel every day, and really enjoyed having the opportunity to test my culinary skills. I made fettucini alfredo with sliced chicken breast and artichokes, garlic bread slathered with butter, a Caesar salad, and for desert, New York cheesecake topped with that thick, gooey cherry pie filling. Hed had most of the Chianti, too. You know the brand, like the one on the tables at Italian restaurants encased in a basket.
He ate everything on his plate and then some, which was a good thing. Having leftovers was inconvenient. I moved my dinner around the plate a few times. Had a little bite of this, a little bite of that. Not my usual fare, but I knew it was his. I dont think he noticed I wasnt eating. He probably thought I was on a diet. Watching him eat did make me hungry, though. Bordering on ravenous was more like it.
Before we slid in the movie, I suggested we have a smoke on the porch. I didnt inhale, but he did. I loved watching the smoke curl up over his head. It looked so enticing with the moonlight shining on the spider web.
The spider scuttled to the edge of her web, all excited about our presence on the porch.
"I think she likes you," I told my date. "Lookshes decorating her web with little tufts of something."
He grinned, said, "Ive always had a way with the ladies. Wanna go watch the movie? Its the remake of _Dawn of the Dead_, supposed to be pretty good. Any more of that wine left?"
"Surebe right back."
I took my time opening the second bottle, cocked my ear toward the front porch. It was so quiet and peacefulexcept for those annoying crickets. Chirrup-chirrup-chirrup. What good was having that spider out there if she didnt at least take care of the crickets? The spiders back home, well, theyre of an altogether different variety.
I poured myself a little glass of the wine, took a tentative sip, spit it out. I dont see how anyone could drink that stuff. This I couldnt fake--blech.
"Ill be right there," I yelled out at him, not really expecting an answer, but just in case he could still hear, it might give him false hope.
They taste so much sweeter when theyre happy--and this spider has a major sweet tooth.
2 by Lu
by Lu
lucd81@yahoo.com
http://www.PurpleSilhouette.com
Watch Me
by Lu
nowing he was watching, she, as though unintentional, brushed her hand across her inner thigh...and seemed to make a pleasing discovery. She gave the slightest lick of her lip, and let her han rest there, gently caressing. She started to throb, her wetness growing, and her other hand touched her breast until faint sighs became restrained moans. She led her hands over her expectant body, imagining it was his touch, and his engorged penis filling her dripping, ready cunt. Rhythmically, entering and rockingÖuntil writhing in pleasure and a final, spasmodic release. And a moan escaped him.
Liaison
by Lu
nterlude
in the afternoon...
tasty treat
Candy
by Lyn Pierre
systematically@yahoo.com
he scent of old cigarette butts, beer spilled on walls, cantinas where one goes simply to converse or smoke or make connections in the night. Sometimes he goes to Dees Bar to play pool with himself. Sometimes he meets other women here. But not very often.
Smoke is in his hair and his sex is on his lips, always on his thick, foreign lips, smothered in the bar-like smokiness of his clothes. He is my obsession. He could be mine in one second -- only one. I come here to watch him. I come here with friends, other lovers. I have a midnight rendezvous and he is here, smoking, watching. When I flirt with others here, I am flirting only with him, only with his eyes do I see myself dancing the dance of lust.
And so I am with another in another bed. When we are through making love once, he picks up a piece of candy from the table by his bed and peels the wrapper off. Perhaps it is butterscotch or taffy. In the winter, without the bother of ants or heat, it could be chocolate.
He puts the candy in his mouth and moves close to the opening between my legs. My sex is always open to him because he is always surprising me and I love a good surprise. He is concentrating now on the center of my being. This vulva. This body miniature. This is where both sex and procreation begin id and ego, yin and yang.
His eyes focus on me, intensely brown, wide and mischievous eyes in the evening light. But he buries the candy in me -- not so deep that he cannot suck it back or lick it without digging for it only with his tongue. The candy sticks and I clinch muscles around it. I laugh at him because it is a military battle and for the moment, I have the flag. He would have liked to lick it, teasing the outside of the lips with his tongue, but now he simply licks me like a lollipop and eventually, I arch up and the candy pops out. He says I am easy. He says he plays to win.
He laughs a devil's laugh and pushes the candy deep inside me again. He clasps his lips on mine and draws in hard. My whole being is concentrated on the zenith, the flash of light in the night sky, the Venus he insists on sucking until I give in and moan for him. It is this exquisite mouth vacuum that I love, the encompassing passion within the heat of his lips transferred to the heat of mine.
The candy is dissolving because of his saliva, but more so because of my fluid. The vibration of his long tongue licking the candy has an effect on me that is immediate and satisfying. He waits until there is nothing left of the candy and then sits beside me, just looking at me. I hate him for this. I glare.
But this one at the bar... he walks toward me, but it is not me he wants, it is the cue ball which he knocked off the table. It is under my stool. Tonight I am alone. Tonight I have my candy. I look at him, stare at the darkest expression inside his soul through the template of his eyes and he asks me if he could kindly have his ball back. I acquiesce. I know he is mine, now. I can simply sense it. I see the heat rising in his temples.
While this other one touches me, massages with cat-like fingers and pressures the points which give me pleasure, I think about the one in the bar, his legs longer than his torso, his eyes at the end of his cigarette. Even when he is not alone at the bar, he is definite in his aloneness. I find this ultimately erotic, joining to a man preferring to be alone. Under the sensitive fingers of one man, I am in the company of another and close my eyes to enhance the scene to enhance the pleasure. I dream. Im good at dreaming.
I am dreaming now. The man in the bar sits next to me and offers me a beer. I smell him. He is jasmine and aspirin and smoke and lavender and barley and oak. He is timed meter without cadence, flow without the dissolve into the next scene. I part my lips and listen to him enter my mouth, ears and eyes with his foreign tongue. Absentmindedly, he pushes back the hair on my forehead and keeps talking. This attention to detail, his long acquisition of my face unnerves me, makes me glow. The cadence slows as he stands behind me to demonstrate a back rub in the old style from the old country. I am floating as he puts his long fingers on my neck, gently moving my hair to the side to kiss my neck.
The man in the room is touching me and I am responding, my vulva and lips filling with blood rushing from my heart through the filter of a dream. I touch him, his hardness metallic and rough, his hands molding my breasts into teats as he sucks and sucks harder when I ask for it. I am alive and my body is in flight, wings flapping hard against the open desert until he enters me. Even then, I am inside the man at the bar, scrounging for a soul and diving into milk and warmth and vibration beyond the here and now.
2 Poems
by A.J. Heard
SainteSauvagesse@aol.com
Unraveled Unwinding
by A.J. Heard
t has nothing to do
With decisions for dinner
Or laundry detergent
Or feeding the dog
Or who last cleaned
The litter box.
But . . .
When I see you again
I will breathe and remember
All my reasons for returning
To my single state.
Unexpected Sexual
by A.J. Heard
nside the sizzle of afternoon heat . . .
The ropey vine sees
a crack; insinuating
tendriled roots between
rough and grainy cheeks.
Like desperate lovers
sun drunk leaves press
dusty green heads against
the rosy breast of warm brick.
Tales of the Crimson Succubus
Feeding the Ego
by Carmine
carmine@cybermesa.com
uccubus smiled as she watched the demons viscous fluid roll down her fingers and puddle in her palm, only to drip downward.
"What say you now? Borian," she spat.
"No, mistress." The imp writhed upon the table, its eyes ablaze.
"Drink it," she ordered. "Drink your own noxious juice."
"I cannot." Borian tried to pull away, but the restraints were made of enchanted iron.
Behind infernal eyes lurked deviousness, which bred with ego. Succubus clasped his cock, fingernails digging deep. Dominance begged for submission, and the she-devil was no different. Borian could not wait to taste sweet nectar from above.
twisted, split apart
tasty cream
The Friendly Neighbor
by Higgins
rwill4515@aol.com
oger and Lisa Wilson were about to go on a three week vacation to Cape Cod. Their daughter, Pamela wanted to go too, but she was attending summer school at the University of Miami. Their neighbor, Woody Warner, who was a good friend of the Wilsons, had agreed to look after their house and their daughter while they were gone. They also agreed that Woody and his son Randy could move into their house for the three week period. Woody was pleased to help them out in this way, as he and Pamelas father and mother, Roger and Lisa, were very good friends. Woody and Roger bowled in a weekly league together and from time to time played 18 holes of golf on a nearby links.
It turned out that Pamela loved her next door neighbor, Woody. She hadnt told him, but he might have sensed it. And Woodys son, Randy, loved her, although he hadnt told her, yet she probably suspected it. Pamela was 18 and Randy was 20. She had auburn hair and green eyes and Randy was a blonde with brown eyes. Both of them were attractive and possessed a subtle sensuality. Woody was 40 years of age and was as good looking as a young Jack Kerouac or even a young Marlon Brando. He had lost his wife in an auto accident two years earlier. Although a number of women found him attractive and pursued him, he was still having some difficulty getting over the loss of his wife. Woody, Pam, and Randy were sun worshipers and were enamored with the climate of Miami, Florida where they had been living for many years.
Woody was pleased to move into their house while the Wilsons were on vacation. The house was spacious, containing six bedrooms and four bathrooms, as well as a family room, a living room, a dining room, a recreation room, eight closets, four of them walk-in, and a two car garage. The house was located on a three acre lot which was enclosed by a tall wooden fence which provided privacy. The back door opened onto a large artistically-landscaped patio area with an impressive, kidney-shaped swimming pool. Because of the fence and the foliage, nude sunbathing and swimming were commonly enjoyed by the family.
For the Friday evening meal, Woody called a Canton Chinese Restaurant. He ordered a Pu Pu Platter for three persons which included B.Q. spareribs, egg rolls, fantail shrimps, chicken wings, sar day chicken, sar day beef, and dim sum. When the three of them had finished enjoying the tasty meal, they moved into the living room and set up the chess board. Woody played two games against Pam while Randy served as kibitzer. Pam won the first game and the second was a stalemate. They watched TV for a while and then went to bed, Woody retiring to the guest bedroom.
Woody awoke in the middle of the night, feeling warm skin pressing against him. It was Pam! She told him, "I had a nightmare and wondered if you would mind if I stayed with you.". She was trembling a bit from the aftermath of the frightening experience and he held her close, eventually getting her to relax. Randy was in the next bedroom and he overheard their conversation. He entered the guest bedroom and climbed into bed on the other side of Woody.
He said, "Im lonely and want to be with the two of you."
Woody said, "You are welcome, Randy."
As they covered themselves with the sheets and blankets, the uncle began to feel the warmth and youthful sensuality of Pam and Randy. All three ended up turning on their sides with Woody facing Pams back. He moved his hand around her, placing it on her belly. Pam was delighted with that setup.
She thought, "Maybe I can make Woody fall in love with me before my parents return from their vacation." Randy was facing Woodys back and found himself touching him. He was surprised that he was experiencing a feeling of arousal, a case of trembling loins. After all, it was Pam that he longed for and he had never felt any particular physical interest in men or boys. Woody was gently stroking Pams belly and his lips were touching her ear. He soon had a hard-on. Randy too had an erection from the heat of touching Woody.
Woody was thinking, "I hope Pams parents enjoy an extended vacation of (say) two months." As Pam squirmed and moved back against Woodys erection, the boy pushed his cock up against Woodys buttocks.
At this point Woody said, "Que sera, sera."
Pam and Randy giggled. Woody pushed back the blankets and the sheets and removed his boxer shorts. The youngsters then removed their pajama bottoms. All three of them were lying on their backs now with the uncle still in the middle. He reached out and began to stroke them in areas where the nerve endings were plentiful. His left hand moved to Randys belly and he ran his fingernails lightly over the area. At the same time, Pam felt his touch, his right hand running along the inside of her thighs. He stroked the short, curly, reddish brown hairs between her legs. As the saying goes, she was truly auburn. Woody caressed the outer lips of her sweet cunt and then explored the inner lips, seeking her clitoris.
She became wet and Woody said, "Are you ready, my dear?"
At the same time, Woody was touching Randys penis. "Would you like to take Pam, my boy?"
The answer to both questions was a resounding "yes." To further facilitate Randys entry into Pams honey-pot, Woody leaned over and masturbated Randys cock until it became rock hard, at which time he slipped on one of the new lubricated Madonna condoms.
Moving out of the way, Woody said, "Mount Pam, Randy," and he slipped a pillow under her buttocks. Randy entered Pam and the fit was snug and delicious. Randy moved his penis in and out, slowly at first. This is what he had dreamed of. Although Pam had very little sexual experience, she showed that she was capable of tightening her vaginal muscles on his cock. It wasnt exactly what one would call "snapping pussy," but would suffice until something better came along.
As Randy increased the speed of movement in his hips and deepened his penetration, Pam wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles above his back. Both of them were moaning and groaning and Pam brought things near to a climax by kissing Randy, slipping her tongue into his mouth. While this love making was going on, Woody was observing their behavior and masturbating. His cock was throbbing and its head was bright red. He shot his semen in a great arc and it landed on the others triggering their orgasms. All three experienced great pleasure. The only reservation Pam had was that she hadnt been successful in seducing Woody. But she planned to claim him before long.
The next morning, after eating a healthy breakfast, they donned their bathing suits and went out to the terrace and occupied air mattresses near the pool. The sun was shining brightly and there was a gentle breeze. Pam was wearing a red bikini. Just as they were settling down Julio, the Mexican handyman, appeared from the other side of the house.
He said, "Hola. Que tal?"
Julio was six feet tall with a well-muscled body and his skin was an attractive brown/gold, not unlike a young Mohammad Ali. His white, even teeth showed in marked contrast to the color of his skin. Women found him highly attractive and some men did too.
Woody said. "I would like to invite you to join us, Julio. We are going to play a fun game that you would enjoy." [The Uncle thought, "I must have Julio!"]
Julio replied, "I am interested in playing the game with you. But I have a great deal of work to do on the landscaping and inside the house."
Well, they soon won Julio over and he occupied the fourth air mattress.
Woody said, "Julio, you would be the very one to get this party started. Take off your clothes and let us see what you have. "
Although hesitant at first, the young Mexican, who was 23 years of age, stripped off his clothes and revealed his fine body. The other three were impressed. With little urging by Woody, Pam and Randy disrobed, and then Woody followed suit. At this point Woody walked to the garage and opened the trunk to his BMW. He extracted a small bag containing five wooden geometric shapes. As he rejoined the others, he pulled out the one he referred to as a tetrahedron. It had four sides and each was a triangle.
Woody said, "I have used these polyhedra in tutoring students in solid geometry. The tetrahedron, like the ordinary die, is thrown in games of chance. But unlike dice, the side where the number is recorded is the one that lands face down."
He then demonstrated this as follows: "In the fun game we are going to play, each of you will be assigned a number, so remember your number when I give it to you. Now if your number appears on the side face down, you can choose any activity you wish to enjoy, sexual or otherwise, with any one here. I should mention, however, that we will rule out any behavior that could be painful, such as sadism or masochism. Here are your assignments: 1=Julio; 2=Pam; 3=Randy; 4=Woody. Who wants to roll the tetrahedron?"
Pam said, "I want the first chance." When she rolled the polyhedron, the downside face revealed a 2. Some complained, but not seriously, that she was cheating. Pam said, "I want Woody to make love to me." [Woody was thinking of Julios cock and ass.]
Everyone agreed that this was O.K. She threw the geometric object again and the face down triangle showed a 4. Woody was pleased and added, "I would like to start making love to Pam by giving her a massage , using Johnsons Baby Lotion." Also, he said, "I would like to explore several lovemaking positions with Pam." The wooden object was again tossed and Julios number 1 appeared. Julio was very blunt.
"I always wanted to slide my stiff brown pinga between Randys delicious white nalgas and push it all the way into his culo. I have some K-Y Lubricating Jelly with me which will ease the passage, Randy."
They all clapped. The next number observed was Randys and he said, "I have mixed feelings about letting Julios large, curved cock go into me, but I will try it provided I am allowed to fuck, Julio, too."
Woody said, "The sexual activities chosen neednt be executed in the order in which they are selected. Also, some of them can be carried out simultaneously. Now lets take a dip in the pool before the festivities begin."
The four of them entered the pool and began to splash around. Pam was so eager to have Woody make love to her that she began to muss his hair, kiss him--- slipping her tongue into his mouth. She touched his penis and rubbed her buttocks against it to make it hard. He was flattered that a young attractive woman was coming on to him in this way. Julio and Randy were also having some fun, playing sexual games in the water. Julio, whose cock was stiff, was standing behind Randy and pushing it against Randys butt.. He then moved around in front of Randy, ducked his head under the water, and took Randys cock into his mouth. Woody pressed himself against Julio momentarily, his cock throbing. After a while, they all emerged from the pool and dried off, using the large thick beach towels.
Pam was lying on her air mattress, face down, while the uncle splashed baby lotion onto her back and buttocks. His big hands worked her over, attending especially to the crease between her buttocks and, below it, her sweet pussy, decorated with curly, reddish brown hair. Turning her over he spilled more lotion on her breasts and belly and worked the slippery liquid into her skin. She was smiling and moaning through all of the massage and finally could stand it no longer and said, "Take me, my dear Woody!"
Meanwhile, Randy was on his knees, leaning forward, his face on the air mattress, and Julio was behind him tonguing Randys anus. Randy said, "I feel as though I have died and gone on to heaven." Then Julio rubbed K-Y Lubricating Jelly onto his own penis and into Randys nether hole. Julio moved closer and placed his cock at the entrance. With a firm push he entered Randy. The fit was just a bit tight and yet carried both of them to a new height of pleasure.
Julio said, "I have wanted this boy for some time and now at last I am getting my wish." He reached around to Randys belly, then moved his hand down to grasp Randys stiff cock, running his thumb along the head, which was now coated with viscous, pre-come fluid. As Julio moved his curved weapon in and out of Randy, he masturbated Randys penis, which was now throbbing. Suddenly, they couldnt hold back any longer and they simultaneous shot their loads of semen. Then Randy collapsed to the mattress and Julio fell on top of him.
Woodys penis was hard and he said, "I am now ready to enter this dear girl." For protection he rolled one of the Madonna condums onto his pecker.
Pam closed her eyes and spread her legs, and said, "I am waiting eagerly for Woody to enter me" They should both be slippery enough from the lotion to facilitate the entry. The Uncle pushed it in and he kissed her ears, her neck, and her lips. Before long he enjoyed his orgasm and brought her off too.
The other pair of lovers switched roles. Julio was leaning against the fence and Randy moved behind him and slipped it in. This action made Julio come off without either of them touching his cock. The tightness in Julios rectal muscles induced by his orgasm pushed Randy over the edge.
Now Woody was lying on his back on the mattress and Pamela was sitting on his cock, facing away from him, riding his pecker. The uniqueness of this position brought Pam to multiple orgasms and Woody was soon to follow. A bit later Woody rubbed his
rump against Julio. Julios cock became stiff as a board and he entered the Uncle. It felt
delicious to both of them. Woody had a hairy body and that too turned Julio on. He soon injected his semen into the older man!
All four of them were quite content. They were physically exhausted and relaxing on the air mattresses.
Suddenly a metallic, blue Jaguar pulled up outside of the fence and the gate leading to the garage opened up. This car, owned by Pams parents, Roger and Lisa, pulled in and entered the garage. They emerged from the car and walked toward the pool area. They fixated on the four naked persons and came closer, hands on hips. Both of them were angry, Roger being furious. The presence of the naked persons alone might not have been cause for alarm, but Julio was lying on Randy and Woody and Pam were lying in each others arms.
Roger said, "What is going on here, Woody? The wife and I thought you were a mature person who would provide security for Pam."
Woodys brain was working overtime trying to think of a way out of this awkward situation. Two facts that he recalled might be helpful. He had always been attracted to Lisa, who was a former go-go dancer and had an awesome body. At one New Years Party, after they had both consumed several glasses of champagne, they were dancing and ended up in the bedroom. Although they were necking for some time and exploring each others body, they didnt have sexual intercourse that night. Woody thought that his good looks, together with the fact that he was 10 years younger than his brother, gave him a definite advantage over his brother. Additionally, now and then she would drop hints that she was available to him. The second fact was that his brother was bisexual and was mad for Julios body. Woody had heard him speak of Julios sexual allure on a number of occasions. Julio was also quite aware of this attraction and wasnt allergic to the idea. So Woody took a great chance, hoping to defuse the anger of the Wilsons. He stood up, dropped his beach towel, and walked over and stood by Lisa. She couldnt help but look him up and down.
Then Woody said, "Julio, come here for a moment." Julio immediately understood what Woody was trying to accomplish and so he approached Roger and stood facing him. As Roger inspected Julios impressive body a pronounced bulge began to appear in his pants. Julio was also becoming aroused and soon he had a hard-on as did Woody. Roger took Julios hand and they walked into the house. Woody took Lisas hand and they followed.
Randy began kissing Pamela, eventually exploring all of her body with his lips and tongue, treating her to a trip around the world. He wanted to make her happy. Pams nipples were hard and she felt a new wetness where her legs joined.
He thought, "I am going to try to give Pam such joy that she will be mine forever."
First Date
by Terrie Leigh Relf
tlrelf@cox.net
ou say you want to spank me!
You say you want to spank me!
So do it!
So do it!
So you say you want to
Do itspank me!
Thats it? I say.
Thats it? I say.
You get off on this?
You get off on this?
Youthats it?
I say get off on this
This is excruciating...painful!
This is excruciating...painful,
but I think I like it.
But I think I like it...
but this is excruciating
I think I like it painful.
2 Poems
by Sean Farragher
farragher@comcast.net
http://www.seanfarragher.com
Olympus Fountain of Youth
by Sean Farragher
ast the sky in silver skin;
let it breathe its open ends
when you and I are raised
upon the tree as arms extend--
clasp finger with ripe fruit,
crush of Venus, swollen cleft
where rivers blend lips spend
daylight from gray vaults
every cell renews whole cloth.
I watch your eyes retrieve the dark
My mouth has stars and broken ark
We live together as fields are sowed
in the next chapters we are not old.
Hurrah, Hooray, Huzzah
by Sean Farragher
xalt barely alive for ends of skin
combine relief as harmony begins one end
uncounted as the billions seeds before
this one and that make lust and melody
into terror which is one way to know rage
or the pressure of lust -- stars breaking
down into assembled parchment as idols
drawn and quartered with dark ink for
every phrase and iambs tied down
with bondage the intent in no
peculiar kink raised up from banal groans
for worship and without warning or delusion
suddenly dissolved when that wrist
of pleasure congeals and you are past
the start, click, and come when muscles
tease the lips to kiss that marvelous
restoration of peace as the time past
the tumbler in twitch and tremble
afterwards every shock multiplied by
the stroke and suck of vulva lips.
Yes, there is a heaven for solitary sex
that leaping up and down when you
and you remain maker of fertile tides
surge down Mississippi from forgotten
falls to the banks of mud where
we wrestle with limbs of Eve
brought forth before Adam.
Now, in the pleasure of human
lights Pollack's resumed
paintings of sand and gold
are not tragedy or comedy --
yet abstracted become more
than grains of petrified sand
in one value and hue with
her strokes green fields become
brown and blue while her gray,
wrinkled hands wave O'Keefe
withered as she touched eyes
to discover at least one question
in one lifetime settled without deceit,
in rattles of love when she removed
last particle of cloth before her soul
rich red, never artificial flowers
unfettered with multiple thorns,
always deceptive in its fragrance
like wet winds without snow flakes
or the design of bibles as treatise
for the beginning of that motion
when hand rubs glan or clitoris
distends and rapt into its pressures
for perfect recoil and sudden relief
the lurch of a train suddenly stops
and the spine fixed like eyes clouded
in a death none can really call small
for no perfect form can witness
sexual decree in unblemished act
the great cartoon of the painting
drawn down while salted mouth
ascends notes in F fucking sharp
while flute arranged the harmony
an dialogue opened healing wands -
My hands and hers make cocks revive.
We walk into the summer park nude
and deadly stares ignored. Hallelujah
you old fuckers, rejoice. I came again
to anoint the life I saved again
one war before end before the end
where violet cherry trees blossom as salt
dries on the back of lips and spends
that weary stroke has finally reached
where human crows blast blast
that last note at the terminator
that geometric line divides
arbitrary days and nights
making sex into April's voice
she whispers with her hands.
Expectations
by Savannah Skye

savvy1007@yahoo.com
ith no boundaries, no limitations
I will surpass all your expectations
With no boundaries, no reservations
I will own you mind body and soul
I will break through your icy exterior
With no boundaries, no inhibitions
I will penetrate your eremitic soul
Crawl beneath your lucid skin
You will fall head over heels
Trip right into my red-hot heart
Become one with me
By the magic of three
With no boundaries, no limitations
I will surpass all your expectations
With no boundaries, no reservations
I will own you mind body and soul
I will have you under my command
With no boundaries, no inhibitions
My bewitching incantations
Will put a spell on you
All your hesitations will vanish
Disappear right into thin air
We will dissolve two into one
As magic transforms us
With no boundaries, no reservations
I will own you mind body and soul
With no boundaries, no limitations
I will surpass all your expectations
I will divine your desires
With no boundaries, no inhibitions
I will lead you down the road of temptation
Where your appetite will be satiated
Lust's heated anticipation
Will enigmatically draw you to me
My magic will cast spells
Upon your wanton ways
I will own you mind body and soul
With no boundaries, no inhibitions
I will surpass all your expectations
With no boundaries, no limitations
Funk Swai
by Dan Borg
borganizm@hotmail.com
h, the wondrous possibilities that a good floor presents! Resourceful lovers bent on satisfying their cravings scarcely notice the absence of a bed. Moving from room to room conjoined, writhing like two snakes in heat across overpriced studio space,Salty brine and fragrant musk smeared across thighs, bellies and faces, blazing a meandering lust path, eager to take on Pergo and Scotchgarded Berber with their coital juices. Slippery pink wetness grapples with throbbing purple cockflesh, yielding then advancing, expertly teasing it into submission. Exquisite bliss despite freshly cracked ribs, concealed blisters and rug burned flesh. Soft moans and whimpers of ecstasy and the pounding of two laboring hearts drown out the city traffic sounds and the world outside.
he Center for Disease Control has issued a warning about a new virulent strain of sexually transmitted disease.
This disease is contracted through dangerous and high- risk behavior. The disease is called Gonorrhea Lectim (pronounced "gonna re-elect him").
Many victims have contracted it after having been screwed for the past 4 years, in spite of having taken measures to protect themselves from this especially troublesome disease.
Cognitive sequelae of individuals infected with Gonorrhea Lectim include, but are not limited to:
Antisocial personality disorder traits; delusions of grandeur with a distinct messianic flavor; chronic mangling of the English language; extreme cognitive dissonance; inability to incorporate new information; pronounced xenophobia; inability to accept responsibility for actions; exceptional cowardice masked by acts of misplaced bravado; uncontrolled facial smirking; ignorance of geography and history; tendencies toward creating evangelical theocracies; and a strong propensity for categorical, all-or nothing behavior.
The disease is sweeping Washington. Naturalists and epidemiologists are amazed and baffled that this malignant disease originated only a few years ago in a Texas Bush.
