| Myron Michael Hardy - Erotica |
| Copyright 2007 Red Pulp Underground |
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Red Pulp Underground
Another kind of hunger is often rectangular or circular, catches me off guard, rips me clean like a page out of a good book. I’ve lost my train of thought. What was I thinking: She’s married; she’s a single white female I want to deflower; an ebony iris I’d like to uproot. This lustful body is full of goat milk. The thumping: a breath snatching cavity. A pulse felt in the fingertips, a Christian conviction for what is shooting sure shots through loophole scripture. Wondering if it’s better to watch? wandering back to the video store, then home again. |