Thrills and Pills Galore

Self destruction became her guardian cover.
No way from this to recover.
So dispirited she's barely human.
Desire for release from Earthly dungeon.
All she wanted was for it to end.
For she felt like there was nothing left to mend.
She took the bottle in her hand,
It came pouring out like sand.
Her palm was filled with pills,
Her mind was filled with thrills.
She took a swig of the booze.
Soon she will take an eternal snooze.
An ocean of alcohol filled her mouth.
Then her suicide concoction went right down south.
As it entered her body,
She felt like she was a nobody.
She didn't bother writing a note,
Because then it would feel like a gloat.
She lied there waiting,
Thinking about all she was hating.
She closed her eyes,
Letting out her final sighs.
Then came the last time she breathed,
For life, she truly seethed.

by Marni Rubenstein

FRIENDS

I like to believe
Somewhere
There's a friend
With a cunt
For me
I mean
In someways
There is
And has been
But a friendship
Somehow ruined or kept
At a distance
Ruined by coming
Too close
In one way
Long before
The other
Kept at a distance
By fear
Of coming too close
The other
Since you like it
Near
But never
Bound

(pause)

My friend says
Give it a good
Jerk-off
And see if the interest
Is still there
Afterwards
Mostly
It's sadly not
But at least
There are some
I always consider
While doing it
Even after five years
They're not my friends
But good people
In two ways
Or more
As well as bad
In just as many
There are very few
I'd like back
Afterwards
Or anyway
But very much
Someone new
To outstand them all
Someday

by Yonn Ash

Thought Crime

It has become a fact, illusions arrive
stale and thirsty
electing ruin upon the Earth
in corrupt uniforms
and a dark period.
Do they serve rank like rancid meat?
Coated with sugar (in surplus too)
like they're sweet and affectionate?
It could be they're hollow
like a stolen grave.
Or will they detonate?

by James Jason Dye

BOUGHT, PAID, DELIVERED

I pay for sex
There are no tears or threats
Or numbers to call back
No morning after blues
Or too bright fridge lights
Illuminating the midnight sin
Professionals don’t need watering

But I miss the chase
The undecided guest
The gratification of conquest
Never a forfeit
Always a triumph

So tonite they send their greenest
The virgin hooker
Her first dollar
She might just run
My mouth waters
My balls swell
The chase is back on
I can’t fucking wait

She hovers above the bar crowd
The long dark hair and bright green eyes
So beautiful and rare
We pretend to meet as strangers
Much better for the game

Three hours we do this dance
The mouse chasing the cat
Her smile now easy with trust
Her body in tune with mine
I like her; she likes me

I have a room, I tell her
And up we go to fuck
The nerves and jittery hands
Making me forget I’d paid
We kiss like lovers
Like none before her
Fucking is great
But making love is better

I’ve never seen the same girl twice
There’s no fun in that
But this one’s different
Bewitching me with her smile
I’ll book her again
Before she’s with another
Maybe she’ll be mine

I wake up a better man
Though she’s gone for now
Her soul slipped into mine
Lipstick on the mirror
Telling me her name
“Great fuck, Anna”

The phone rings out
The escort service
Telling me they’re sorry
The new girl didn’t show
Do I want a rebook or refund

My head spins round
My balls shrivel up
Anna wasn’t the paid one
Just some girl in a bar
Who found the man I’d lost
Then left me to myself
Just as I’d left them all

by AJ Dresser

ART: MistleToe Temptress

by Amy Rowland

ART

by Alicia Lynn

For I Am Your Seductress

Seductive eyes with bright red lips
red nail polish on my fingertips.
We sit in this bar and say no words
you gaze deep into my eyes,
while I play like I'm yours.
Will you drive me wild..or have I
already driven
will you be one of those guys that
will be easily smitten.
You have broke my spell by looking away,
my smile is immanent....
"who's game are we playing"
You play it well, so your reward is my attention
but I am aware that your goal is a night
of passionate kissing.
There we go.. now I have you back,
your desires will get the best of you yet.
Into your arms, I slid down the seat,
my ulterior motive to feel your
heart beat.
And the faster it thumps,
the closer you are,to losing
this game between one boy
and one girl.
Now that I have you flushed in the face,
you ask yourself
"How much more agony must one man partake"
Babe don't worry, It's almost done
your pockets are now empty
so when you look up I'll
be gone!.

You are already dead

Now, my friend, where today?
Oh, I wish you'd come my way
Yes! So much fun we will have
Let's catch the body where it lay

To feel the need, all I desire
Face down, inhale the fire
Join me, run through the stars
Heap memories on the pyre

There she is! Grab the queen
No longer a belief in the dream
Fleeting image, fuels the mob
No more, the mind is now clean

by Dillon Wackerman

Church Boy

He’s an empty chalice
Waiting…
Lonely frustrated nights
he leaves pornographic fantasies
twisting in his sheets
kneeling praying
for affection sexual release
without guilt.
His sweet openness
Makes me want to fill him
to overflow
with depraved sex
to fuck him like a dog.
He’s hungry and torturing himself.
My mission to feed him
dirty, sweet, and satisfying as the meals I bring.
I push him to enter, strip himself of thought
suckle on pure desire.
He shocks me at every turn
nastier than I.
On my knees
I roll with the kinks
send him messages throughout the day
unsure who is devouring whom.

by Cassandra Dallett

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