|About the Book|
Women with men. Women with women. Virginity. Bondage. Toys. This collection of nineteen erotic poems explores the pleasures of the flesh, from the romantic to the raunchy. For adults only.Excerpts:To the DancerThough your smile and feminist wit stillmake me ache for youit’s your legs I remember mostyour bare ballet legsstretching up up up intothe shadows of your skirtup up upinto the secret placeswhere men clatter likedoves just to feela brush of thighup up uphigher stillinto the pit of my stomachthe very pitas we talked of Virginia WoolfI watched yourballet legsas they moved against each otherthe tongue of your skirt lickingmy tongue dartedwanting just a taste.----Supplicantkneel, you sayon the flooron your bare kneesrest on the bonetipsbefore mesupplicantkneellike you would praybut speak blasphemy insteadkneelwith your mouth openready to acceptyou can close your eyesbut only when I tell you tokneel, you sayand I will giveonly what you wantI will feedyour hungerI believe youI kneel.