Blowing McDaddy

You were lookin’
sooo fine
that first time
in vintage hawaiian

grabbed a seat
at the end of the bar
when someone whispered
to me
“yeah baby
he-is-hot.
i hear he’s gotta
righteous tattoo of johnny reefer
on his leg.”

“uh huh.”

“hey girl, I ain’t lyin’ to you
don’t you know who that is?
that’s McDaddy!”
“word on the street
has it
he spent time out west
with some Indians -
they changed his name to some coyote-dog
you believin’ that shit?”

and the more
he was talkin’
the more
i was lookin’,
and the more I was
lookin’
the more
i was thinkin’
man, I gotta get me some
‘i could use a McDaddy like that...’

by Katharine Hollister

She Wades

Far down river in New Orleans,
The river rises, high, in the summer.

Her hands finger the dirty water,
it's the lifeblood in her veins.

The grass is trimmed low near the
muddy beds where the water rushes by.

Her hands, wet, dry in the sunlight
as she stares at a little girl.

by Brandon Roy

Throat by 8’s

The tiger lily’s
Dotted throat
Raises oranges
into a pale light,
Into the dark of night
As young lovers
Dream upon its primitive
Beauty and its hot colors.

I dream upon the neck
Of yesterday and
Ravage about the future
While living plainly
In the moments of now –
The seconds of my
Discontented demeanor,
My discontented nights.

by Dawnell Harrison

you and him

sexual tension brews
between you and i
while i hold his hand
i silently try to fight it
the fantasies plague my mind
and i’m turned on
with one look at you
i sneak a glance at your crotch
see the bulge in your jeans
and i hope to God he didn’t see
but as he’s fucking me
i think only about you
he could give me the world
but all i want is your dick

by Karyn Lindgren