Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.
We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling together like rain.
Sex is more exciting on the screen and between the pages than between the sheets
Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.
Sex is like an atom bomb. A potent weapon which fascinates and frightens. We're afraid to let it loose, yet we all have our finger on the button.” --Zeena Schreck, Cuir Underground: Sado-Magic for Satan Interview, 1998