ribbed cotton

“With the top down and the sun shining, it would have been hard to imagine a better day to make the long drive out of town to Glen Park. When I started down the highway, Beth scooted down in her seat to keep her hair from fluttering wildly in the breeze. I smiled as she told me about a phone call from her sister. I thought I saw the faint hint of her nipples tensing beneath the ribbed cotton of her shirt.”

— Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

negotiating attire

“I sat patiently waiting for the clock to toll midnight. The doorbell rang. Easton escorted Paula into the recreation room. She wore a black skirt and white t-shirt, quite a change from her negotiating attire. Easton read through the contract as he walked to the sofa. I poured Paula a drink.”

— Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

guitar picks

“Someday your looks will be gone. I know every crack on these dirty sidewalks. Anytime you need me by my side. He had the glow of a man committed to his decisions, swimming in current like a million miles away from me, putting away his dreams for responsibilities. I dug into my pocket, withdrew a bunch of guitar picks, sorted through them deftly knowing mine by the curve of my thumb, to find one only slightly deformed by my impulsive need to test every pick for suitable tonal qualities. When you wish upon a dream.”

— Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

a bad time

“I sure picked a bad time for being in love. You caught me fooling around and cut me loose. The emotions, the disbanding of our crowd divesting itself, from my point of view of some core members, although others among us, Dan or Edward or the Duke would have replied “Who?” if I had mentioned Delphi or Rita by name, for the circles only rarely intersected.”

— Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

heady wave

“The muffled bang of a closing door downstairs broke the silence. Stephanie’s heartbeat began to thump. A heady wave of nervous excitement shook her and she crouched a little lower. Her view of the bedroom seemed at once too good. Stephanie pulled the long linen dress back against her, taking some comfort in the way it clung to her. The heel of one of Alyssa’s pumps bit into Stephanie’s bottom. She reached down awkwardly to move the shoe when the bedroom door swung open. Stephanie froze as the heat of sudden excitement poured through her.”

— Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

supple beat

“Not knowing what else to do, I pulled out my notebook and flipped to the first poem I’d marked for reading. I cleared my throat and started to speak the rhythmic words. Kristen moaned to the supple beat of words and tongue and my prick began to hurt, swollen stiff beneath the straight-jacket of my jeans.”

— Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

impassioned eyes

“Jean screamed all her self into the darkness. Lightning struck a distant tree and Jean screamed in savage rebellion, warring against the thunder. Wind lifted a pillar of sparks before her impassioned eyes and Jean paused to watch the letters burn.”

— Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

notebook of fame

“The Big E, clutches his notebook of fame, continues delivering packages in shorts. I remember searching for the perfect words when people run in circles it’s a very mad world, the twitch of a dog as a bike rolls by, deciding whether it is worth barking at.”

— Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

swaggering and dominant

The woman had sought refuge among the nearby ruins. I went to her, cleaning my sword along the way, swaggering and dominant. She was the one, and she was young. Her ardor matched my own. For a time I was eighteen years old once more, in all the perfection of youth.

Antonio Di Benedetto, Zama