The following poem appears in Pocket Smut, Issue 2, June 2010:
A little kink
One day it lingered incidentally there,
my hand around her neck. She moves it
there herself, now, moves it from her hip
to rest, clasped around her throat, thumb
pulled away from the fingers to wrap
under the left line of her jaw, caressing
the knot of muscle there, beneath her hair,
while her windpipe hums and makes tiny
tickling vibrations on the inside of my palm.
My fingertips grasp, on the right side of her
neck, after the softest, fleshy part of her ear.
The vulnerability of sex is never more evident
than when she lets me lay my brutish hand on
something so fragile as her voice, its passage.