your skin


bend yourspine

hold my neck
hold my

with a wethand,

kiss your
breast deep

dark hair drip rain
i drink it 

long from my hand

hand up your dress

where you want to be held


your fingers


press hardlips move

wet me…

Copyright © 09/17/2013 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®


she melted in darkness (*Contains Adult Content)

sharp edge of night rolled out like dice

in a dirty alley

where garbage played with green balloons
taken from picked

wallets and stolen snaps of kids playing
on rusted seesaws,

sounds of their laughter echoed into dead
end walls filled

with cracked mortar and bullet holes, a
siren with red

lights screams at the top of its lungs
for justice; she, standing in a négligé,

pushes her apartment window down,
draws hand sewn

curtains, thunder applauds, lightning
candles the room,

he in silk pajama bottoms, bulging,
she strokes him

once, wrapping her painted nails
around his cock,

he puts his hand on her vagina,
finger fucks her,

pushes her body tight, nipples dance
on his chest,

she is wet like the smell of sweet
summer downpour,

he dips his hand in to taste, touches
her lips with it,

kisses the inside of her mouth with
his tongue,

on a bed as she grips brass bars, he
licks her pussy

like honey on a porcelain jar, she cums,
puts his penis

in deep, sucks on her breasts, legs
wrapped, embraced

on his ass, fucking her up and down,
hands draw blood

on his back, deeper and deeper,
banging the fuck

out of her, arches silken back as
he explodes,

stays in, rubbing her sides with the
head of his cock,

pulls his hair hard, bites his lip
hard, “keep

fucking me… ”

Copyright © 08/28/2013 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®


i sing the porcelain face

she kisses me where i wake up 
in summer rain under
maple tree leaves, droplets
of golden sun in each
to touch our nakedness
i run my palm down
her skin, my fingers to 
brush a porcelain
face, eyes breathe into
our souls;

braids her auburn hair as flowers
wake to taste breezes
dancing through light, i 
cover her loveliness with
pink roses, she strokes my
affection, i lay her 
down, i feel the 
warmth of nudity,
of tenderness,
we are one; 

i sing the porcelain face, she
gravitates as i cum
lips pressed hard where
love awakens, her hands
deep in my back
breasts pushing into
my chest,
my hand encircles
she whispers softly,
“i love you… “

Copyright © 08/16/2013 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®


the glide that stuck to her fingers

jack booted thug, group of a bullet

threat thereof


to take what he wanted wearing the

muscle, wearing


the cobbler’s nails


blackened stubble on a hardened face

with shallow


depressions where a blade cut in like

furrowed soil


gave coppers the slip down crevices in

mortared walls


carried the jackknife rusted deep down 

a soiled 


pocket with stolen coins, flipped, tails

they lost


held up in four walls and a dirty mattress

dirty sheets


rusty water dripping with intent to  commit

annoying feelings


curtains painted with dust, termites eating



lifting a wallet felt a woman’s hand soft

manicured nails


smelled fresh linen clothing and high heels

short skirt


she ran her index finger under a five o’clock

look got


his undivided


shave and a two bit haircut, three piece with

a gold


chain watch, looking rather sharp, smacked

a kiss


moved to a city loft, big brass bed that spun

sensual intense


reformed, he put on the needle, put on the

record phonograph


she danced the glide that stuck to her fingers

he applauded…


Copyright © 08/13/2013 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®


Sky Parchment Writings by Vivian and Lance


Width and depth of breath
twisting trees in expectation 


flights of fantasy
allowing sun at bay for


spiritual beings having
a human experience

quieting mind turning
on the sun 

doves fluttering 


Forest dwell of fair maiden
down darkened stairwell


flowing robe she seeks 
warmth of her lover’s touch


hands reach behind to
feel his presence he

caresses kisses soft
lips embrace 

fluttering hearts eyes


Copyright 08/11/2013 
Vivian Locastro Dawson & Lance Sheridan


two of us

she, on one side of the world
he, on the other,

shower of hidden emotions where
rain comes rolling off

a roof and fills an oak ring barrel
water of her soul

he, brushes the surface and drinks
anticipation tasting

her skin
her look

he, picks flowers to smell her scent
she, in light coming through

her bedroom door keyhole, holds his
desires, she

presses them against her breasts
passion opens a shuttered

window that was once closed, once
locked from hurt

they write
they meet

in the middle of the world, drawn in
a moment, held close

where water from skies washes away
time apart, lips touch

eyes like pools of intense depth
measured by colors

his hand caresses 
her hand lusts

they walk into love, the space apart
abandoned, end.

Copyright © 06/03/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®