This past week has been chock full of writing and revisions, both for my WIP and my short story submission to Frisky Feminist Press’s Coffee Romance anthology. Unfortunately, that means I haven’t had much time to work on other things (like blogging).
Fortunately, I have a madly talented writer friend who is willing to donate his well-crafted verse in my stead!
MrFoxwood, or Will, as I’ve come to know him, is an erotic poetry and fiction writer with whom I’ve had the immense pleasure of corresponding and workshopping. His work is vivid, lyrical, and oh-so-stimulating. I encourage you to check out his primary blog, 13th step study, where he posts poetry and other literary musings; his secondary blog, not so secret stash, where you can find a sampling of his original artwork and photography, plus other titillating visuals (often NSFW); and his Literotica profile, where you can read some of his short erotic fiction (FYI, some of the banner ads are NSFW).
This poem is one of my favorites.
Heels and Scratch
Heels on marble floor,
all prim and purpose,
prick my ears,
raise my head from the paper,
you’d lick your hand to remove a stray seed from your shirt.
I don’t want to hear you purr,
I want to lose your control,
I want cat-scratch and scream.
I want one heel lost,
and a hell of a lot more than one stray seed on your shirt,
I want fingers fumbling fastenings,
and digits duelling underthings,
and under things.
I want perfume that intoxicates,
stubble on your throat,
scotch exhaled over your ear,
and hands pinned.
I want dog chase cat around your hotel room,
I want you to give as good as you get,
bite for bite,
scratch for scratch.