"You can't leave.
We were
just getting started."
I put my hand on her arm,
hoping she would turn
and stay.
"We have so much here,"
I added
hoping to make that
final difference.
But she left, saying:
"Yeah,
but this is just a book,
and you don't even live
in San Francisco."
Lukas
My loaded revolver sits on the seat next to me. There's an empty bottle of
Jonnie Walker Red on my dashboard. My headlights shine on the red painted
door of room 17 in the Texas 66 motel. Maria is inside. She is eager for
passion, waiting for me. Not tonight my dear, not tonight.
Bill Chance
HE COMES FROM THE LAND OF ICE AND SNOW
frozen air bounces off his hairless body
while she shivers
his pink nordic nipples are lethargic
his cock hangs long and thick
it hibernates between her thighs
the chill penetrates her
piercing as his icy stare
still latino blood pounds through her
a thousand bongo drums thumping a salsa beat
somewhere she is warm
Monica