Variation XI (Erotica)
My feet are hot and my hands are full of modern love.
Mockingbird and the opera singer
Suddenly she hears the smacking the lasting the slip of he and she in the night through placid walls she and he oohing and oozing and ahhing. Initially she fumbles curses and dines. Standing she placates to listen harder rubbing harder just as the birds begin through placid windows oohing and oozing and ahhing birds like she birds like he the smacking the lasting the slip. Involuntarily, she squeezes her eyes to close her ears and her own voice bubbles up from within her gut her lungs her throat and mimics the sound like birds.
Serious things make her laugh. When the shes and hes that she knows most know the world and twoless. Another she knows she knows and speaks with. Shes with shes before marriage. Then before then the familiar shes came to know to then know now and feel.
The impossible must be imagined fantasy must irresistibly draw the attraction and concern of
She feels her need for decorousness.
Properly she may either on her back or prone. Each inshe is above you her dick inside you opens your mouth opens her mouth. Each outshe is beneath you pressing your dick more firmly within her opens her mouth opens your mouth. Repeat.
She was to see her stream.
The large parts wash over her.
After the attack from blind hes and well-meaning shes she explained
He and I watch basketball together and that’s every night. He and I talk about fantasy and that’s everyday. I hate it that he’s not here right now. Welling
Julia Fox is a fox.
I’m trying to work this burn she says she cant speak. Lips almost not parted. Sotheysay hes do say. Look through small steady lit windows and follow hundreds, without a word you are showing me your bare breasts and your best friends, you never stay home and then when you stay home for days. I met her at her inside her apartment. I knew you wouldn’t be ready readying for out. I just wanted to see you I said. Shes looking for her other earring, I also look for the mosquito net I know she has, but why in this city I wonder. Shes like princesses, my curiosity sincere. She makes as if she remembers hes of nights and shes of nights. She makes as if if sounds dirty dirty as if. She had had a few when.
Awayshe tells she what it’s like. It’s like she was not me but there with you twoless. I’m starting to feel normal again.
The dictionary says she found her nearness distracting. To touch ones self when reading or writing diverts attention to.
One giant pink jalapeño rides you know where in the back of a pink pickup truck.
Haircutshe and her first tattoo ride south and east of they like there
12 years readied and flapping up an inclined plane could be a bridge to moving through air
the me of me never having cut my hair.
(Excerpt published in Tongue, Taste, Appetite, Issue 1)