Murmurings

1. They say that Anne Sexton, a poet whose work I very much admire, has a small ritual during her …

Dear Daddy, 1.I write this from the past. Or at least a version of myself that may change an hour …

There were two of you. It was you—all you—but somehow you are in two bodies who looked the same, who …

No panties today, baby. Take it off. I shiver, knowing this is what I want. Knowing you know this is …

Dear Daddy, 1.I can’t sleep. I am permitting myself one selfish thought tonight, and I’m writing you because maybe, in …

You haven’t cum in a while. I hope your pussy hasn’t forgotten who’s in control. I press my thighs together, …

You kiss me deeply, and I wrap my arms around you as I suck your tongue. We snuggle, and I …

Let me hear it, you say, after I told you I woke up wet from a dream about us. Taste …

These dreams are real, keep disrobing in front of me…I need to see you naked, I need to feel you, …