Sex Stories

Dark women and their softly lit shadows haunt our days. Men who dwell upon form and beauty, are attracted to moths, they grow too old, too fast, their erotic minds like over-sharpened pencils, wear-down too soon. Women who follow men seeking the dangerous comfort of strange desires, blossom, then disappear into suburbia, where they grow their fingernails, de-claw their hungers watching shopping channels. Are we not all a portion, and smatter of both these gender frailties? We live avoiding the genitals of angels and demons, yet the anatomic **** of the over-sugared, and unleavened breads, grow ever stronger in our backroom eyes.