Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Sex

  • Symbols and keys to soft machines and madness.   They deceive themselves whilst I suck on my cigarette. They chew themselves up as I remove her clothes and see just how lean she really is. I’m not a monster though, I’m just curious. The stars burn behind my eyes, have done for years. The outer… Read more

  • Tonight

      tonight the ferris wheel spins amongst the stars flashing lights dazzling like lovers heaven sent her to me yeah she’s heaven scent glowing like the faces that watch with mesmerized eyes flying through the air our hearts are alive and beating as one she’s made of a billion colours all dancing before me as… Read more

  • Eskimo Kisses

    the days are lost to me sinking suns and eskimo kisses hushed like the smothered cries of a lover timeless time smeared across my aching heart always with regret  oh these shameful hands of mine caressing shadows that are hopelessly tinged with longing Read more

  • Saturday

    The evening rolls in. Warm, fresh. Fading blue skies. Work was busy, unfulfilling. The heat brings out women. Short skirts, cleavage on show. So many beautiful women. Sometimes, one will give me a smile. Occasionally, flirting occurs. I imagine what it would be like to fuck them. I see us both naked, going at it… Read more

  • Heat

    Have a beer, a smoke too. Take a piss, and feel like a king. Remember the way she used to give herself to you. No shame, only physicality. Hips of a goddess, and breasts that mirrored the shape of my hands just right. Waking up next to her in the morning, I’d always slip one… Read more

  • The Dunstable Dead

      in an english field a ring of stones surrounds two young bodies blue skies, crows fly low to the burnt ground fires burning on horizons dangerous trees sigh, nature cries an endless scream as she bites his chest fingers digging, lips twitching white teeth sharp drawing blood upon the steps that rise watchful eyes,… Read more

  • This Is Glory

    happiness is boredom and sex sex and boredom day after day, hour after hour summers, endless summers boiling lobsters and bottled beer cigarettes, smoked gazing out of windows overlooking suburban hell nothing to do, life is great this is glory sheer fucking glory Read more

  • Woman

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  • Lovers Poem

      her eyes pierce me they shatter my armour completely her gaze quickens my beating heart hands upon her body caressing, wanting hands pushing, pulling until we dance our dance she reduces me to a giddy fool pulling stars from the sky we explode merging, dissolving into something wonderous lovers, hiding from the world beneath… Read more