Mind Caviar Poetry: Four by Kate Hill

Kate Hill's fiction and poetry have appeared in numerous publications such as Blood Moon, My Sister's Secret Place, Eternity, Dreams of Decadence, The Vampire's Crypt, Bordello, and genrEZONE. Her novel, The Darkness Therein will be released this year by Dark Star Publications. Her novella, Love on the Wild Side, will also be included in Dark Star Publication's electronic collection "Twilight Obsessions". She is co-editor of Parchment Letters, a zine of horror/erotica and paranormal romance, and she is editor of Tears on Black Roses.

Correspond with Kate Hill

Savor Me
by Kate Hill

My breasts are gingerbread,
soft, scented spice.
Brown sugar nipples
sweetly scrape your tongue.
My lips are smooth candied apple,
a warm, delicious mouth to lick.
My slit is a cherry caramel treat,
melting, addictive liquor.
My body is a guiltless banquet
for you to savor with your greedy lips,
your sugary kiss.

Formless Voyeurs
by Kate Hill

She fears that the dead
watch as she touches herself
beneath the sheets,
so she slinks through the
cemetery and sprawls
naked on a damp stone
crypt so that her hands
can stray and pinch,
squeeze and stroke in privacy.
She knows graveyards
are only safe because
the dead won't stay
with the dead
when they can admire
the living as they
kiss and climax,
shiver and sodomize
in their beds.

Beauty
by Kate Hill

She teases me.

Supple spine
stretches as she bends forward,
painting the nails
of her delicate toes
a shade of burgundy
which accents
the blush of her skin.
Soft, downy wisps
decorate her slender,
lilac-scented nape.
She glances,
minx-like,
through lowered black lashes
and winks.

She touches me.

Narrow fingers,
smooth with lotion,
sift through my hair,
caress my face.
Gentle lips
almost imperceptibly
brush my nipples;
the faint contact
causes me to shiver
and my heart
to throb faster, louder,
until I'm certain
she can hear its
frantic rhythm.

She claims me.

Body sleek and warm
beside mine,
languid in the
aftermath,
she matches
my every breath
as she appoints herself
my sensual guardian,
my lusty mistress,
my naked genie
who promises me
a lifetime
of limitless wishes.

My Lover
by Kate Hill

Her dark, sweat beaded
body sprawls, satisfied,
on white cotton sheets.

Long fingers rest,
round-tipped and slender,
across her muscled abdomen.

Breasts with sharp,
plum-colored nipples
lift with
each measured breath.

Hair the color
of wet limestone
dusts her cheek and neck.

She kisses my temple
and whispers of tomorrow
when, coyly,
we will pretend
not to know one another
again.

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