WOMAN HOT SEX

A lovely girl

A Rotten Night’s Sleep

A Shocking

A Shudder

A Side-Turning

A Struggling

All This Mainlining On Words

Cabinet Mirror

Catha Suddenly

Face Up

Fair Enough

Fair- Mindedness

Flying Buttress  in Bronze

For Chrissake

Fuel Cables

Full Of Echo's

Gold Chain Around His Neck

Half- Stefan Crossing

Having To Work

Heterosexuality

I Never Went Back

I Want To See You

In a Minute

In Frankfurt

In Hertfordshire

In Marxist

I could feel his tongue in my ear.

In Sussex

John Marx Stefanovitch

Julia

Kiss the envelope  for luck

Letter from Alison to Stefan

Letter  from Stefan to Alison

Listen Darling

Malleus malefactum

Mmmm’ Noises.

Mortality In Relation

My Beloved

Nancy Friday

‘Observe the wolf pack.

Our Relationship

Out- Stretched

A Rotten Night’s Sleep

A Shocking

A Shudder

A Side-Turning

A Struggling

All This Mainlining On Words

Cabinet Mirror

Catha Suddenly

Face Up

Fair Enough

Fair- Mindedness

Flying Buttress  in Bronze

For Chrissake

Fuel Cables

Full Of Echo's

Gold Chain Around His Neck

Half- Stefan Crossing

Having To Work

Heterosexuality

I Never Went Back

I Want To See You

In a Minute

In Frankfurt

In Hertfordshire

In Marxist

I could feel his tongue in my ear.

In Sussex

John Marx Stefanovitch

Julia

Kiss the envelope  for luck

Letter from Alison to Stefan

Letter  from Stefan to Alison

Listen Darling

Malleus malefactum

Mmmm’ Noises.

Mortality In Relation

My Beloved

Nancy Friday

‘Observe the wolf pack.

Our Relationship

Out- Stretched

Own Glass Still

Nancy Friday

‘May I caress you?’
            ‘Darling.’  She turned back towards the chief recommends me sleepily and we made love.  She must   have  been asleep for an hour when I felt I could not lie there a moment longer.  My restlessness would be more of an annoyance to her in the long term   than waking her briefly   now if I left the  room. 
            What’s up?’
            ‘Nothing.  Can’t sleep .’
            ‘Bottle of doggies on the bathroom shelf.  Take two.’
            ‘Yes.’   I closed the bedroom door as I saw her eyes close.
            If I had to return to a pastime that had been connected with my adolescence, I supposed that two o’clock in the morning was a good time to do it.  One of Catha’s  notebooks was  in the bathroom and a pencil in the tooth mug.  I sat down  right there on the floor against the hot pipes  and opened at the  first clean page.  The page before, I noticed, was a lovely girls list of numbered headings for her talk tomorrow.  No. 6.  The mentality of the cotton mills persists.  I added No. 7.  I love you at your loom.  And then made a  serious effort to picture Stefan as an old lag.  At  this time  in the morning it was easier.  The wired-up knee  had gone rusty.  The rigid muscles of his stomach  softened and sagged.  The lines around his  eyes spread   and flattened  out like  stalks of long coarse grass.  I laughed.  His mouth drooped  and dribbled as he winked at me.  A mockery of his former  self.  I wrote.

Mister Stefan
Clenched his knuckles of barrow veg.
Feet odd inside his Barcelona shoes.
Flick-knife tongue sticky with  tea.
Inside  the dumb drain of his mouth,
Stroked his soft belly of underdog
Illuminated  with old  scar tissue
And slapped one eyelid shut.

A mote of sunlight had spun
Into the vortex of one pupil
To be converted into dark.
But in the myth dark that spark
Kindled memories of a time
When  he thought he was God.

The spark fell to earth quickly
And he stamped it out   Ha! Ha!
With the might  of his Spanish shoe.
And on the shiny toecap he caught
What he thought was the reflection
Of what someone had since remarked
Was ‘a bit of a laugh’.  It was him.
                                                              Mister Stefan.

Petite-Bourgeoisette

Psycho-Ops

Remember celebrating

Seafood Filling

Self-Discipline

Self-Immolation

Seymour Warned

Seymour

Socio Economic

Soul Love

Stefan to Alison

Stefan winked.

Stefan

Stefanovitch speaking

Straggers Backwards

The Best Nurturing

The Heart of Paris

The Insidiousness

The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm,

The Priest and the Penitent

The Shutters

The Sorbonne

Then Leave It

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