Coming
June 2007

Sugar in the Raw (excerpt from Gypsy)

Says he likes to read anything with action, drama, suspense, and gratuitous sex; while at the same time admitting that he should read more. Says he wants to know if I can write erotica like that. He has never read my work; he knows little of my articulation and lyrical expression other than the coy way that I seduce him into submission. This is the first man to see me naked before falling prey to the wit of my prose; pleasantly surprised to discover my ability to pull a verse out of thin air is matched by my passion for pulling up my skirt.

Worker Man (excerpt from Gypsy)

I could be scented with damask oil and eating sugar coated rose petals while lying in the garden bathing in the sun, bronzing. Or maybe I might shimmer in gold Egyptian oil smoothed on my body at dusk sitting on the porch, swinging, waiting for him to return from the market place with shea butter and purple linens to dress my bed. In any event he will return with gifts, treasures from his travels no matter how mundane or routine the journey may have been.

Here I see him in the night sun (just at the end of day when the sun burns from exhaustion and goes west to find comfort) seducing me with melons, great and small. Does he know I do not appreciate a wealth of cantaloupe coating my tongue? My mind escapes to childhood at the site of watermelon and I long for crisp Washington apples and maybe even California avocado.

Though these edibles are not really for me, he must be rewarded for his efforts. Once night has fallen, and he is sleeping deeply, I will go to him, damask-scented or golden-shimmered, and stand over his shoulders as he lay. Kneel to kiss him inverted. Tantric. Lip under lip and my nose on his chin in this manner that allows both our tongues to taste the palate. Ease down his body with my body resting only to bite hieroglyphics into the cave of his shin.