Happy New Year

 God, Woman, but you turn me onWith your eager fingersAnd your throaty talkFrom the filth you utterTo the way you walkYou make me shiverAnd you make me squirmYou fill me with sunlightAnd you make me burnAnd much, much laterWhen our chores are doneI'll tie you downAnd I'll make you come.


Executive Sweet

The morning after the night before I was watching Flick fold washing on the blanket box at the foot of our bed. She was wearing a red vest and a pair of old grey knickers which though careworn and threadbare cupped her most beautifully. Drowsy with hangover and sat on the window sofa, I was … Continue reading Executive Sweet