Oliver Ovid Poems

I smeared it all
over my

genitals and
...

He gulped.
She stood there with a knife,
and the blade was poised
above the steaming bread.
...

Mark 'A' for rhyme as hearing
into something you

can read
...

She was perched on top of an
eight foot stepladder.

I fumbled with my wooden
...

Halfway through the pane of glass,
still making gaslight eyes at Maud
Gonne,
a leer crawled across your face.
...