Fields Ploughed

I look at my penis

skin collar

lychee tip

then piss

a long straw stream

you are not a memory

you are a gift

finger folds

and soften furze

we know we belong

but until when

the scythe decides

Chris Lawrence

The air has shrunk

Coughing out the lightness in

smoke and spiral motes of dust

mutable bed and our body acquisitions

cuttlefish ass damp from before

if I was not so ignorant

i would feel again

the tapestry of tattoos on her flank

precise inks more trustworthy

than my cock of threat

in denial and veiled seduction

pressed against her

the hum of bee air conditioning

positioning for me with rump pressure

she felt I could make her sparkle and shine

instead that tremored gasp

returning to her back

looking with a certain knowing

that I was a flake

who would leave and  betray

adding to that pile of detritus

and awful decay that was her life

spanked by unicorns

image

weirdly on her knees
her eye caught a rainbow
arched over neighboring building,
she stayed there,
gray water in bowl<

washing her husbands parts
limp fleshy lumps
snagging ring on hair
they once gave satisfaction
flannel moved
in automation,

her way
he rocked eyes vague
lost in freeway lane,
heavy traffic
mustang span out
through windshield
facing east
as it lifted
sounds of glass and metal
grated paint
flaked onto barrier,

she had a fantasy
to be over that rainbow
in fairytale world
away from grime and sadness
her limit
bend to be willing
being spanked
no penetration,

punished for the ghost
of husband in a mustang
a grain of hope
as he tried slurred speech,

she rode unicorns
just in case

sperm fades in eden

inhale crystal alice
staircase fingers touching my back,
rabbit martyr
tick , tock
late in the hole,
wednesday stays naively next to tuesday,
as mound of mouth
makes wanton sounds
oh sweet ace of hearts
burn my face
as at the table
in shame and desperation,
tea irresistible at the moment
with insanity breaking loose
mosaic tiles of words and thoughts
propose a whole new story
closer to the experience,
of what the dormouse knew,
shrunken head
damn liquid
mind implodes,
best to roll on back
tilt the ceiling to see the truth
four  thousand stars have brought

from the golden arch of arse

monkey all as me

before the meteor fell,

eat improvised food

slain in the boudoir

fresh from satin

and moist yesterday,

lacerations and smiles

hands bridge the expanse,

farewell to pelt

hello carnal alarm,

argue through closed eyes

i am the ape

blood and sensation

teeth splitting fruit

as i  would breathe

through your flesh,

i am the cause of your scream

anthropology has it’s secrets

that is me,

pulse and tongues

long shadows in the mirror

i will no longer

take to the branches,

i have hysteria

in my feet,

consumed by the body

escape,

i live in infecting your purity

with my clouds

for

i am the ape

dverselogo

Bright Lights Film Journal :: Porn to the People: The Danish Revolution That Liberated America

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fever on the funship

grampus in my thoughts

vessel resonant to pharaoh’s dance

from a bitches brew,

no mirror

no media

in any sarcasm would find me

i would smoke

i would dance,

old hulk decks creaking

as my silk collar shines,

from cabin to hold

the merriment stretches,

i would distance myself

and not be portrayed

anonymous to all but the

lips and tongue i entwine,

whiskey manufactured in the south

smoky sweet tingle,

it was migration

or mitigation

of many ravenous appetites

bologna sausage and sweet mutton,

so vibrantly lost

room extended that i was hidden

faceless in the extreme,

music of davis found me

wanting more,

gilt frame my hair once neatly combed,

come grampus

tilt on rolling waves,

find me a place

of nonchalant obscurity,

saxophone and drum

the ariel had been lost

it was memory that

dragged me down

into the depths

that would fill my lungs

with salt water,

careful heart placement

extracted blood from veins

i was infused with a rhythm

that could only lead to one conclusion

i was intimate in my body

with all of one species,

more smoke

more mirrors,

hearing snare and guitar

long days vanished

a place found

yet i could not reveal

who i totally

am

 

René Magritte not-to-be-reproduced-1937

magpie tales statue stamp 185

 

Submission Therapy

Katie Salidas

Submission Therapy is not another genre story instead it is reaching further out, domination and sexual domination is the main feature yet it is not all just about that, each character is well rounded and defined.

You can relate easily Natasha so obsessed in being wealthy and successful nobody can stand in her way, or her therapist Dr Benson who is the key to her psychology he knows her well even desires her himself quietly , and he suggests she attend submission therapy would it work or as Natasha is so strong would it not work, this keeps you yearning for more.

A story that follows no other and treads it’s own path so get it for yourself and see if Master Sweet works for you.

Katie Salidas who is she ?

http://www.katiesalidas.com/ this is her website home but there is so much more in her own words :-

Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkins off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons.  She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.

And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…

Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.
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but i found Katie on facebook and twitter so follow her as well she is a great person online and her talent reflects in her writing so remember Submission Therapy is next.