Submissions by hoppergrass
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Rootball
to i carry your heart
I felt the pulse
in your neck.
You felt my lips
quiver.
From the same rootball,
we tasted holy water
which is to say,
we tasted each other.
I felt the pulse
in your neck.
You felt my lips
quiver.
From the same rootball,
we tasted holy water
which is to say,
we tasted each other.
#PopCulture
414 reads
wet kiss
as I slip out
an almost glistening sound
like a wet kiss
an almost glistening sound
like a wet kiss
1257 reads
4 Comments
black and blue teddy
Your black and blue teddy
eddies around the vortex
my axis centers upon
Lubricating strokes audibly rhythmic
yet sensually compressed like a long-buried fertility goddess
compacted by need and desire
Forging plate tectonics at the seam where tension builds
and lava flows over our mons Vesuvius pubis
quivering under the rim of your black and blue teddy.
eddies around the vortex
my axis centers upon
Lubricating strokes audibly rhythmic
yet sensually compressed like a long-buried fertility goddess
compacted by need and desire
Forging plate tectonics at the seam where tension builds
and lava flows over our mons Vesuvius pubis
quivering under the rim of your black and blue teddy.
780 reads
0 Comments
Coital alignment
By the time we finished grinding the corn,
I was lathered in your liqueur.
I was lathered in your liqueur.
690 reads
3 Comments
porch swing
Let's make love and have a porch swing in the moonlight.
781 reads
4 Comments
without you
I can never without you
612 reads
2 Comments
updraft
A morning draft
lifts your gown,
a peek at glistening eiderdown.
lifts your gown,
a peek at glistening eiderdown.
694 reads
4 Comments
C. fragrans
Clitoria pouts
pollinate my lips fragrans
tongue's exploration
pollinate my lips fragrans
tongue's exploration
783 reads
4 Comments
Untitled
The curvature of the Earth is greater than its distance from the moon.
Looking at its reflected brilliance, I can almost hear your gentle breathing in the next room.
Moonbeams spill onto the bed we shared, while miles arc dispassionately toward you.
If the miles, in all their coolness, separate us, let the moon bind us.
Looking at its reflected brilliance, I can almost hear your gentle breathing in the next room.
Moonbeams spill onto the bed we shared, while miles arc dispassionately toward you.
If the miles, in all their coolness, separate us, let the moon bind us.
806 reads
9 Comments
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