Minx
Soft dark hair shrouding her face
I feel her fingertips on my thigh
Tentatively stroking upwards
Higher with each stroke
Stopping just below my centre
I see her the next day
Laughter shining in her eyes
As she too remembers
How close we came.
Straight says she
Not interested says she
Yet her eyes say otherwise
I catch her watching me
Dreamy and wistful
A snicker from me
She pokes out her tongue
Up against the wall
My arm pushing on her back
Up goes her skirt
And I thrash her.
Just how she likes it
Girl on girl
Deny it all you like
You’re mine now.
Childhood Works
Siobhan's Glass (short story)
Noises of Silent Worlds (poetry)
Membrane Drum Mosiac (poetry)
The Sunroom (short story)
Adult Works
Breaking Free (short story)
Coil (poetry)
Trouble Pooping? (birth satire)
Wyld Womyn (column)