Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Love

  • On The Horizon With Bleeding Flowers And Love-Soaked Smiles

    She comes to me at the bottom of a bottle. She swims in each mouthful, with cigarettes smoked in a drunken haze. Sparks of yesterday, glowing in her tricky brown eyes. Broken towns and factories. Boarded-up shops that speak of loss and sorrow. The rain came down, soaking us as we kiss. In the park Read more

  • Devil

    Girl across the sea. She wants all that I’ve got. That body of hers, just begging to be crushed. These hands, just think of all they could do. The curves they could be caressing. The buttons they could press and undress. This energy, so potent and cruel. A waste not to possess. Imagine her on Read more

  • All Night Long

    All the kings horses and all the kings women, could never put me back together again. My insides crave red walls of flesh. My belly’s full of insects. Suck’d and dissolved. Balls full of dead children. Swimming in pools of despair. Legs of golden honey. Breasts that deserve to be worshipped. Modern religion. Gods of my Read more

  • Moments

      If the world were to come to an end, who would you run to? If death came knocking and the hours escaped with no going back, who would you take in your arms one last time? It shouldn’t come down to catastrophe of course. Nor the curse of illness. Each and every day, we Read more

  • Bad Machine

    Moodswings and changing faces. Big bad bones, ready to break and taste. The sandman comes calling. Comes wishing for a warm body to call his own. All that skin, and all those dreams, just begging to be consumed. Beneath flickering lights, a fan cuts through the air. Fingers peeling off useless clothes, the only thing Read more

  • Do What You Want With Me

    Times hand won’t catch me. The watchful eyes of the damned, so pointless and sterile. Grow a beard. Feel your balls harden with every passing hour. Smoke a cigarette, drink a beer whilst watching bombs and whores destroy all in sight. All flowered up, the bodies of women circle red holes slashed into the fabric Read more

  • The Way We Merge

    Something stirs within me. A yearning to taste. To be a man again. These hands of mine, they grow restless at the thought of all they could be exploring. A body ripe with magic, mine to discover and seduce. Tender, milky flesh. Breasts so juicy. Hips the shape of my hands. We are war. Soft Read more

  • Oblivion

    A childish grin. A devilish tongue with eyes as teeth. It’s too hot to wear that dress. So take it off, and let me do questionable things to that once sinless husk. Wanting what I’ve got, you take baby steps while my fingers release the latch of your bra. There’s something in the way it Read more

  • Ecstasy

      wondrous milky bitch she is ready and willing for all i’ve got to give a million dead children shooting over her chest swimming there in pools of lust and lukewarm desire i’ve taken all her secrets stripped her bare and shamed her through the sensation of ecstasy, surging through her veins nothing to hide, Read more

  • Soft as Snow

    To sleep without care. Folding hands and lyrical sighs. The taste of saliva. The scent of desire. Fingers and thighs, the spreading of. Leaves falling, dreams that call, and only to her. She’s the sea. The eyes in the back of your mind. Somewhere. She’s mother and whore. Beneath the sheets, she’s everything. For years, Read more