hurt, forgotten ice
kisses melting
Unhurried hands lifted
Pump. Pump. Pump
my shirt
Passion rose up in
my heart.
and a bit farther south
The monster-fueled
thigh to belly button
inferno built
Adam’s mouth moved
by trembling inch
lower, inch
&nbs
p; I was ready to do it
right that very instant….
oh, so ready.
But First I Had to Pee
Passing the mirror,
I chanced a glance at Bree,
crank embers glowing behind
dilated black windows.
She didn’t look half bad,
certainly not dead and buried.
In fact, she looked quite animated.
I dropped my jeans. And guess what
I discovered, already staining my panties?
That pesky monthly visitor
who shows, unbidden, on