![]() Lori Williams is a New Yorker, living in Brooklyn with her fifteen-year-old son. She works as a Job Developer at an alternative high school for at-risk youth. She says, "Nothing feels as good as the hug of a kid that no one believed in, who has just landed his/her first job." Williams has been published in Prose Ax, Upstairs at Duroc, Dispatches from Dreamsville (Cox Newspapers), and in numerous e-zines including Poetic Voices, Reader's Niche and E-This. Erotica is her secret vice. E-mail Lori Williams. Visit Lori Williams online.
Heat My face was hot -
then hearing your husky, young...too
young
and translating each getting-to-know-you
hence remembering
yes sharp curves, muscles
so my face was hot, and now oh so
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Hunger I will feed you one of these
days,
A slow stroking produces
a most
You will know me as that
spicy, joyous tingling
Kiss my lips and look at
me,
Run your tongue,
My fingers will touch me
Let me feed your need
You will hear my joy
Oh, let me feed you!
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© 2001 Lori Williams. All rights reserved. Do not copy or post.
I, Peach Juicy blushing peach
ever.. so.. g e n t l y... Golden nectar flows
come taste me... Relish with your tongue
you shall miss me... For my time's not long
savor me, now
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