I really do not feel that there is something wrong with m vagina today. It is so annoying. It is beyond horniness. It’s actually throbbing like a hungry belly and I’m totally frustrated because my list of potential lovers are very high maintenance and if I see them today, they will want to see me [...]
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Another Horny Ass Day / Invisible Dick
Posted in Funny, Humor, I'm a creep, Lovers, Sexual/Sensual, lust, sex on June 19, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Los Domingos Desayunos
Posted in Sexual/Sensual, Sunday Morning, The South, Writing, love, lust on October 1, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
(Sunday Breakfasts)
Fry me an egg, doll. It’s Sunday morning, after all, and I’m always hungry Sunday mornings. There are little bumps on my stupid face–it’s disgusting because I know I should wash my pillowcases. I look like I am in high school. But then again, I dropped out of high school–so what does that say [...]
Unyielding Flames (para mi amor)
Posted in Lovers, Memories, Sexual/Sensual on September 10, 2006 | 2 Comments »
I remember the candle light in the coffee bean candle, and how the soft light reflected against the white walls in his open bedroom. When we had both risen and fallen, he’d gather himself up and quietly slip out of bed. He would walk to the kitchen just a few feet away from the [...]
A La izquierda
Posted in Sexual/Sensual, Writing, longing, lust on September 5, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Where the folds meet your lips should too. They kissed the folds once and have since left behind a residue that cannot be erased. From a distance you appear and in an instant, and all at once, I disappear back into that fold with the incorrigible stain. Living in that stain, recalling with what impetus [...]
Cada vez que te veo/”Collide”
Posted in Journal, Sexual/Sensual, Writing, fantasy, longing, lust, week of truth on August 17, 2006 | 1 Comment »
…It opens up and for a moment I am outside the jurisdiction so that no woman or man can lay claim because you belong to me. The loose ends you tried to tie, with the fingers on your hands that are not proportionate to the rest of you, are still waiting. Those subtleties you tried [...]
Sunday morning Blues
Posted in Journal, Sexual/Sensual, Sunday Morning, Writing on July 30, 2006 | 2 Comments »
Sunday morning blues ain’t so bad. Besides, it isn’t really blue. It is more like a shade of orange burnt. Sunny side up and not as hot as it normally is when it’s right out the skillet. More like setting out on the counter next to country fried ham. Both untouched but once the tears [...]
Sometimes
Posted in Journal, Sexual/Sensual, Writing, longing, love on May 9, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Sometimes they do come back. In fact, sometimes they never leave and it was you that lacked faith. Sometimes the universe is your ally. The sound is love. The rhythm is longing. The melody is action. The song is all yours. And sometimes what you do, they do, because of the overwhelming. The eyes and [...]
Sexual Healing: Left of Gray
Posted in Sexblogging, Sexual/Sensual, longing, love, sex on March 31, 2006 | 1 Comment »
The other night when he was inside me, I saw the face of my creator smiling down. I saw the faces of my ancestors smiling, finally having crossed the great divide–they had made it home. Waving from across the ocean, they brought me home; his body reciprocated their embraces and all of my senses evaporated [...]
