When I first saw you, saw you raw but saw you not, I gaped in awe; the flawless flesh a blurry fist failed to eclipse. Enlisting spit an index finger painted purple prose upon its bloody nose and glistening oozing juices snoozing sluices in my loins awoke, provoking evocations, shock incursions of my hungry meat. * And now I see you, see you whole and hold the organ in my palm, inverted tree and dangling camphor nuts; I b...

I built a poem from Lego bricks Perfection! Not a hole to fix Each room I filled with emptiness Each plastic rhyme with hopelessness * Hey, lover! (who builds poems from sticks) I built a poem from Lego bricks He read, his face - a doleful mask - Proclaimed I had not met the task * 'To beat the wolves, my lover dear Do more than to the rules adhere I built a poem from Lego bricks When I was four, or five, or six...' * Wit...

'Have you a cock?' The question that broke the mandatory silence was empty of emotion, as when one asks an automated teller for tens or twenties. My answer was equally flaccid. 'No. I have no need of one.' 'Really? No cock?' I was surprised by how easily the obscenity crossed her cultured lips, even though our propaganda averred that myriad such appendages had passed the other way. The irony amused me and a chuckle accomp...

A writer's journey is of infinite steps and starts with a single word. Typically - and usually deservedly - that word is 'Rejection'. However, we stumble onwards and, by degrees, approach our impossible destination. Please give this particular stumbling hack a chance - under the auspices of his attractive cleaner, his spelling, grammar, style and ambition improve with every meandering paragraph. * It was Saturday and I ha...

I'm Sue and 32 and that makes 5 She says that's right And winks the eye That says I'm special * Needs must, baby... Paper rustles Shady whispers Take care of her No marks Hear me? * Dark and warm He tickles Giggles Clumsy fingers Zips and thingies Smoky breathing Suck my titties Like a baby sucks his mummy Suck his dummy Rub it, fuckin rubbit Salty, cummy Milky, warm, I like it Lubbit * Clap together Suck his lolly Hold h...

Suck me, fuck me Give me all you've got His New World order more than  Bordering on arrogance, I glance into his Blue-eyed, square-jawed maw And wonder if he knows What's coming * I've suffered cheating, beating Prying, spying, lying In the name of liberty Abuse beyond belief I saved it all, each word, each act Each opposite exactly as he never dreamed What's coming * Who made you the boss? I laugh then bite his viper's t...

Gnarled roots snare my ankles; protruding rocks scrape my shins and bruise my weary toes. I struggle upwards through dense vegetation, skirting stinging trees, hacking through vines, my eyes peering ever high into the canopy, fervently following the bright swathe cut by the torch strapped to my forehead. Leeches cling in vain; insects bite for no return. I brush them away with mild disgust, dashing their swollen guts into...

A squirt in the hand is worth two in the bush Especially if you're in a rush There's nothing more delicious nor disgusting Than a warm and sticky Slick and icky Handful of ejaculate To make you late * Party: There'll be tarty Flirty dirty Girls  A last reminder Know who owns you I do I do In the hallway Unannounced I rub you Deftly undo Whip it out and Fall to knees and Pump it, pump it, Suck and lick it Give it everythin...

What manner of place is this? No light. No sound. I quell the terror rising in my breast and strain to listen, to hear beyond the muffled space into which I am squeezed. Timbers creak. The Earth groans. In the ensuing silence, I sense my own pulse; slow and distant as the stars; shallow as a leafy grave. I remember nothing. Nothing but a name. Daniel. The name opens a door. Now I remember Daniel. Rough, playful hands. Sof...

I cling to speeding, spinning cones of lead That pierce the air and armour, skin and bone; Once deep inside, I ditch my deathly ride, Spread dark destruction, quell life's fragile wick. * I cleave to sharpened shards of stainless steel That separate the living from the dead. A scratch, a nick, a cut will let me in To fester in the ragged bloodied meat. * I steal by roadsides, lakesides, seasides, waiting For unwary or foo...

On the thirteenth day, scraping woke me. Scratching and scraping. From the surface end of the tunnel. Improbably fortuitously, a ship had arrived. And they were digging me out. I tapped furiously, clung to any hope. I've been so lucky, been close to death and escaped so many times - I knew a pile of rocks could never get the better of me. Another thought sobered me: even if I get out alive, I'll have to face the fact that...

Antipodei 3. Satellite1. Rotation 9: 2347 I am Moon. I rise and fall with the tides. I turn my face to match the seasons, though I always stay the same. I am unknowable, but you will come to know about me. I am untouchable, but across time you can touch me. Without the 'you', there are no words. Without the 'you', I never existed. Thank you for finding me, for once found I know I will never be lost again. You are necessar...

I was plain and knew it. Didn't need anyone to tell me. Make-up and nice clothes were wasted on me, created a caricature, a laughable parody of sensuality. So usually - and wisely - I didn't bother. However, this day was a special day, a day when I had to try my best to look my best and thus open myself to ridicule. I approached the desk with justifiable trepidation. The tweedy receptionist smiled patronisingly at my blea...

The machine was built for pleasure. Independent of external forces, it rocked and rolled, ebbed and flowed on cushioning foam and silent springs. Touching parts were exquisitely oiled so they moved freely, yet still maintained sufficient contact. A delicious necessary friction. The machine was tireless, drew on an infinite primeval power source. Its cycles were random, yet pre-determined, continually oscillating from fren...

At this moment, I love you forever This moment is perfect  And timeless and real My life in its essence Eternal, unchanging Expressed by a feeling  I always will feel ∞ In the darkness, I'll hold you forever I know what you're thinking I know you so well A 'moment', 'forever' - Two words with one meaning No speaking, no moving No breaking the spell ∞ Tomorrow is hazy, an uncertain mystery Yet with such conviction You give...