GUEST POST // Let Me Fall by Tara Caribou

help [me] overcome
\\myself//
reach }}inside{{
pull me
_out_
let me ~run~ my fingers
down. your. throat.
I want to
________f
_________a
__________ll
into the **magic** of
your •eyes•
while I +ride+ you
into |o|b|l|i|v|i|o|n|

by TARA CARIBOU
© All rights reserved 2017-2020

PERFECTION IN ACTION // Pneuma

The North Wind whispered to the Great Southern Plain, “Let’s breathe until we are no more.”

“Sure, sweetie.” The Great Southern Plain opened wide and breathed the North Wind in… deep and slow.

With the roar of many voices the Falls of the East disgorged over the omphalos of the Great Southern Plain. And the Western Chines straightened its stone shoulders, bristling, thrusting its spiky, serrated nipples at them.

“It’s okay, sugar,” sighed the Great Southern Plain invitingly. You can breathe with us.”

So they hugged together and they breathed together until they were no more.

And then Morning came.

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020

GUEST POST // Ten Things I Want to Forget by Daniel Serazzi

A calming voice which calls to me through the fog
a hand on my back telling me it will be alright
the warmth of a body as I shiver beneath the sheets
and the smiles, dear God, let me forget the smiles

and the pleasure of listening to her day
and tucking her into bed when she was sick
her tears of terrors past revisited again
most of all, I beg, let me forget

the soft sighs, the feeling
when flesh meets flesh
in a lover’s embrace
the glint of satisfaction
and laughter at the end
please let me forget

 

by DANIEL SERAZZI
© All rights reserved 2020

cooks & cocks (1st meal after lent) 18+

she rides cock, baby
it’s huge with big red feathers
gee up! gee up, baby!
a massive crest and sharp of heels

she rubs cock, baby
drags her fingers through its feathers
rasp off! rasp it off, baby!
crop its cocky crest, dull its heels

such a giant in its field
it’s fed its pride in grease
bums up! puckaw! spit roasted!
a glorious coq au vin!

she soaks cock, baby
marinades to taste its feathers
salt up! salt it up, baby!
drink a toast to crest and heels

she eats cock, baby
plucked rude of all its loud feathers
om nom nom! om nom nom, baby!
gnaw it ’round, chew it through

such a giant in its field
it’s fed its pride in grease
bums up! puckaw! spit roasted!
a glorious coq au vin!

 

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020

100 WORD SKITTLE // Dhamma Snoop

The bed was rocking hard. It wasn’t, however, for the usual reasons.

Sure, the springs were making that tell-tale rusty sound—the kind that typically accompanies sex—but the neighbours weren’t having sex.

Are you curious as to how I know about their private life? Do you fancy me a pervert who sneaks into people’s homes, poking a hungry eye through bedroom keyholes? Please! I’m not so unsophisticated. I have tiny Buddhas embedded everywhere, and that’s why I’m able to track my neighbours’ every movement.

Anyway, they weren’t having sex, and I’m sure my publisher will find this information useful.

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020