hidden junk
I once told a then-lover not to send me pictures of his penis. Ever. “Why not?” he queried. “Because you never know where such pictures might end up,” I answered….
ode to a little #pink bullet
In spring 2019, I visited an adult toy store for the first time in years. I’m not in the least bit embarrassed about being in a sex shop — I…
gone
gone © 2019 punkie gone i met a man at the zoo he said he wanted to be my crew my fate was sealed right from the…
what i got at the *** shop
In February/March 2019, I needed to replace my vibrator (more about that here and here). It took me close to six months to report back on what I found…
a lover’s lament
I once had a lover who insisted on keeping me waiting. This poem is about that. a lover’s lament © 2019 punkie a lover’s lament i count the…
i write poetry (for an imaginary lover)
When a flesh and blood partner isn’t available, there are other ways to meet one’s needs… i write poetry (for imaginary lover) © 2019 punkie i write…
the game of love: knockin’ down the door of the candy store
Boom. When it happens, it’s all in the game of love. The game of love – Santana Tell me Just what you want me to be One…
can you say “vibrator?”
What do you when your vibrator has a loose connection (and cuts out at the most inopportune times!), and, because you have recently moved to a new town, you don’t…
what if people had sex like worms?
Spring 2015: I sometimes get stuck in ruts. Thankfully, some of the ruts in which I get stuck are rather fun. Poetry in the style of nursery rhymes, rhyming couplets,…