Tag: Coming Together In Verse
Coming Together – Logos by Lisabet Sarai
Earlier this year I finally got a chance to meet the author, poet and all round legend, Lisabet Sarai. Not only is she a fantastic writer but it also turns out she’s a truly lovely person.
Lisabet has poetry in Coming Together in Verse and she’s been gracious enough to record herself reading Logos, a deliciously erotic piece of poetry. The book is officially released later this week but, for now, sit back and relax and enjoy this taster from the collection read by its author.
Poem 69 – Colin Davies
Coming Together in Verse – release date

Writing Exercise – Limericks
Used live dynamite for a phallus
It blew her vagina
To North Carolina
And her ass to a ranch up in Dallas
Has got a hexagonal ball
The result of its weight
Plus his dick’s length times eight
Is his phone number: give him a call
Woke up feeling properly randy.
He said to his aide,
“Please fetch in my maid,
Or the dog, or whatever is handy.”
Last Reminder – Call For Submissions
Writing Exercise – Standart Habbie

When it comes to raw sex appeal, it’s difficult to think of a country sexier than Scotland. Famous for muscular males, proficient in caber tossing and kilt-wearing; equally famed for feisty flame-haired females, Scotland has been the home of raunchy romance since the earliest days of print.
Blessed with a perfect, peach-shaped assie
Your heels and stockings look so classy,
Have a guess what’s on my mind
You know I’d love to mount your chassis
And take you rudely from behind.
Writing Exercise – Shadorma
your lace-topped stockings
black thong or
fuck-me shoes.
I just want you without your
designer labels.
or consolation
from this fact:
that rabbit
died doing what he loved best.
His last words were, “buzz.”
Writing Exercise – the rispetto
At least secure my wrists so I’m held rigid.
You may take my body like you took my heart
I’m motionless and cool but far from frigid.
Let me languish in my loved submissive role
Make each punishment seem painful and unjust
I’ll be bound and tied: a prisoner to your lust.