Stone Stories

You stretched yourself across my chestBraced against the bedYour hand pressed firm into my fleshThe bottle in your grasp Back lit, the bourbon glows like fireIts odor like a drugYou tip your head backBare your throatAnd swallow down a slug Eyes intense upon meYour liquor on my lips  Shining; burning; hauntingFluid aching shifts Tongue tracing with intoxicantBite that leaves its stingAwaken what was lost to usCast off our...

I glanced at my schedule one last time, just to double check that I had my poetry class next.Sighing slightly, I hitched my bookbag up on my shoulder and headed over to the building."Ali!" I heard a voice call behind me. I flinched and turned; there was my roommate's friend, Erin, running toward me in a pair of platforms, red curls bouncing, along with her breasts. I am 100% straight, but looking at Erin...sometimes I won...