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…
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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…
climax
This poem was co-created with a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. It’s about a different kind of climax. climax © 2019 punkie climax only you love with rich…
exposed
This is a piece of erotic poetry. Reader and listener discretion advised 🙂 exposed © 2019 punkie exposed i don’t know how we got here: perhaps…
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,…
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