Your fingers play a melody on my bare fleshMy hip your phantom pianoBut the song remains hidden from meAnd you forget that I am hereYour lips crush mine, teeth scraping my neckMy body a thing to pour your lust intoBut your eyes remain closed to meAnd you forget that I am hereThen we lay in the light of your phoneMy back for you to rest your hand onBut your thoughts remain blocked from meAnd you...

will you love me in the garden?will you lay me on your bed of dewy stemsand bright flora?will your soil support me, cultivate me?will blossoms expand from my golden hips with your tender kiss on my lips?will you bend your knees closer to get a better look?lift my heel up to inspect my damage, hold my fingers to examine my wilting. will you kiss my belly as softly as you speak to your roses?will...

Calm at first like a puddle after rainSick how he knew keeping my painAplomb in his eyesTread closeNowhere left to go No other wayMy betrayer had meIn all my nakednessAnd then I was nothing left to saveRavisherDefilerDebaucher

The first time I loved I loved his car and the feeling of his hands under my bradidn’t really matter whose they were  The first time I loved I liked the way it sounded to hear my name roll off his lips and having somebody’s arm round my hips didn’t really care if it was going anywhereThe first time I loved it was a drug I took to drown out my own thoughts  of course i knew better than to think ...

peel off my clothes  hold me down to the bed  make a home out of my body  leave as quickly as you came

Taste of berries on my tongueI felt it linger all aroundLike sweet rum                           but no alcoholCan get me drunk Like the sweetness of your honeySuckling thumb...I felt you linger all aroundOn the day you left me waitingFor more than a promiseI waited againAfter all that god awful sinBut it was all in the name of love—A. Fitzgracious  

I borrow my body from men Keep her aside a little while Bathe her limbs in milk Encourage back a smile Tell her next time they won’t be so roughNext time she won’t have to be so tough That somewhere in the forest of fear A sweet lily awaits Past the chandelier of switches Nestled on the floorIs a gentle, pure and thoughtful flowerOne that won’t hurt her anymore 

You tuck my hair behind my earlike they do in the films. But there’s no phantom gospel choirin the background, belting out hymns.It’s just you and Iand for the first time in my lifeI’m not thinking of the stretch marksthat run tracks along my thighs.You stroke them as they mark a trajectory,mapping the way to the holy place...But you’re no hack in confessionI won’t allow you to repent and leave...

TabooJoy 찬희 KimShe/Hers섹스. (Korean: sex. Pronounced “sehx”) Like many other Korean parents, my parents never used the word “sex”, but they had other ways to talk about sex.“Don’t wear that tank top”“Your skirt is too short”“Save yourself for your future husband.”The narrative was never about sex for pleasure, safety, or health,But about purity and prayer.The one time my mom caught me watching v...

I breathe between brushstrokes forgedby gentle hands - unyielding. In the hunt for my finished formDripping colours join and ripen. Hear your muse croon as I comeCrashing into focus - shapedIn panting paints on quivering canvas, to be unmade again.

In 2011 for my final year at uni, where I studied fine art photography, I decided to document a sex swingers site for my final project.I paid and joined a site, I had upfront in my bio my reasons for being there. Purely educational purposes where I wanted to document sexuality and gender on the site, and build a journal with portraiture pieces to go along side it. I was pretty naive, had had a ...