In excitement for our upcoming Erotic Writing Retreat, here's a little poetic dittie for hump day. Hee. Hump. hands on she looks for hands:where they touchhow they holdor hang lonely especially in restaurantswhen people pair like wine & meatshe looks for palms on hipsor fingers braided with fingers she remembers feeling ribsunder wet skin, the… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 11