Issue 1 – keifel a agostini

write me something nice,
she says, smiling
o.k.
i love you
is it enough?
something sexy
you say?
well…
why don’t i show you instead?
let my lips touch yours
my hands caress your body
and my lips & tongue
follow suit.
can these simple words compare
to the touch of
my hot, wet, eager …
wandering in your every secret palce;
the places you enjoy,
if that turns you on.

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if on our weddng night…
i offered you my soul,
instead of my virtue…
would you gently break down my barriers
or would you smash right in and
hold aloft my psyche
like you would
the bloodied sheets…
another symbol of your victory.

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the festivities have ended.
the lights are removed,
the decoration put away,
trees…
dismounted,
dismembered,
dismayed,
destroyed.
maybe…
next year
will be better.
merry christmas?
bah! humbug!