“The game was sinful,
But she was more playful.
She needs to be taught,
With every drop of the wax dot.”
Source: Dark Desires: Bondage
“Under the rain a flower is born
Created by fire
Living for the light
Dead by desire.”
Source: Submerged in a garden of lust
“Less poetry,” said the voice over the telephone. “Be specific.” But did anyone ever experience pleasure from reading a clinical description? Didn’t the old man know how words carry colours and sounds into the flesh?”
Source: Delta of Venus
“I'm feeling heavy and warm
Infatuated by the tranquility of my weakness
My porcelain heart is with you
In eternal intercourse.”
Source: Submerged in a garden of lust
“August came like a slap in the face
She fucked all her heat into me
The nights became a living nightmare
Color blind sunsets had me mesmerized
Silent heavy air with no one inside
July let me go with the sea
She stood there handing me over to the future
I seemed farther than ever before
July she watched me die under the arms of August
September lived in harmony
She took me by the hand
And gave me one more chance
October and a century of life.”
Source: Submerged in a garden of lust
“I would rather believe God doesn't exist than believe he doesn't care.”
Source: Expiration Date
“Sun so generous it shall be you,
Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you,
You sweaty brooks and dew it shall be you,
Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you,
Broad muscular fields, branches of liveoak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you,
Hands I have taken, face I have kissed, mortal I have ever touched, it shall be you."
Robert stopped, and surveyed her face. Waiting, Lavender supposed, for a response.
"The passage strikes me as amorous and carnal, Sir. The parlor grows cold. We need more fire." She rose quickly and scratched around with kindling and sticks Arlo Snook had, in his habitual way, stacked neatly by the fireplace. The task allowed her to turn away from Robert, for in truth, Whitman's words unsettled her, their anatomy parts she'd heard only in ladies' physical education at Cobourg Academy.”
Source: The Apothecary's Garden
“Your ivory body pulses as the white
Flesh catches flame and rosy tremblings move
Over this sanctuary of delight, The last asylum of our love.”
Source: New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
“HERE in this moonlit room, I watch you slip One shoulder from your dress and turn to me;
A polished statue, fushing to the tip Of marble fingers gradually.”
Source: New Enlarged Anthology of Robert Frost's Poems
“Pop's leg was across the room when I came downstairs.”
Source: The Girl Is Murder