By Calli Perry-Leslie Copyright ©2025 We bruise these bodies into jeans. They dig into us great. More marks. We worry when we disrobe like we aren’t staring at our mirrors. As our bodies press to our bodies we fade, rocking in anyway our bodies allow. Too much body, not enough body, so many bodies on bodies. We shuffle into cowgirls and cowboys and boot wearing bodies, we tell ourselves the lighting strikes on our love handles are just a way of life. When you and I kiss in t

By M.P. Strayer Copyright ©2025 I heard the rain at play in the lavender under the window and you wept soft tears against my neck I heard...

By Robert Beveridge Copyright ©2025 Once you started, but before it got heavy you took hold of my wrist, pushed my hand between your...

By Deanna Davidson Copyright ©2025 Black lace across the front and sides of thick thighs. Intertwining, opening a hole that's just your...

By D’Arcy Blackwell Copyright ©2025 I slide into her and—in this moment—   I exist   for one sole reason, her   pleasure as I...