Tomorrow

  As I stroke you, I feel the darkness again— wanting to use you to rain down her pain. You cut into me with an intensity like no other. Every time I touch you, I’m jello. I quiver. In the dark, I hold you; a smile creases my face. Joy pours out of me; all sadness

Like Cake

With his tail, he wrapped her bosom and pulled her close. Like cake, she was moist. (Poet Rummager) Lust is the flavor of his red triangle tail. No added sugar.  (FlyTrapMan) A red velvet room – ravenous diners waiting. “Give us angel food.” (Na triobloidi) Fanged apparition – punctures moonlit tender skin. Warm, liquid crimson.