Haiku After Dark by Isaac King

THE BEST OF ISAAC KING'S HAIKU



The obligation
To please you consumes me in
The most selfish ways



I'm dirty. You're clean.
I'm wild. You're pristine. I'm lost
You're found. Perfection.



Each grape fed to me
from your sweet hand makes hunger
for the next greater



One night stand becomes
two then three. Passion is quite
confused. So are we.



Come to me bare. The
Way I see you in my dreams.
Take me that way too.



Crawling to your pure
center, I feel liberal
To taste you slowly.

Haiku After Dark by Isaac King

By Ben Kimura



your touch makes my skin
cry out in the form of sweat
tears of ecstasy


hips, lips quiver
in syncopated rhythm
a carnal drumbeat


sharing energies
beyond sheets, pillows eludes
us. a distant dream

Illustration by Hideki Koh

BIO: Isaac King

Isaac King is a Chicago native and works as a wardrobe stylist for an international modeling agency. His passion for haiku started at just 7 years old. He began to write them daily as a result of finding love again. The rest is history. Hope you all enjoy the rest of the journey!

Haiku After Dark by Isaac King

A Erotic Story In Five Haiku

under the cover

of steam, we meet. greeting in

touch only. learning...

fingers explore me.

reciprocation ordained.

fueling my movements.

gravity pulls me

to my knees as if by force.

I obey of course.

hands on my head guide

me to be fed. my hunger;

gluttonous at best

the mushroom swells to

ripeness. juices flow like rain.

strangers once again.

Haiku After Dark by Isaac King

Illustration by Hideki Koh

With each move you inch
closer to my core. Lakes, streams
will be your reward

Sweat coats me like skin
covered in your desire
for me from within

Though, I can't see your
face, I feel you are behind
me in all we do

The Parting by Tyler Morgyn

( Dedicated to @CecilAllegheri & @thesilentqueen )

... and Sir lay with his boy on that last night. He had ordered his boy to go to sleep even though Sir knew that he wouldn't. He knew the boy would dutifully try, but be unable to slow his pounding heart. The boy would calm his breathing, squeeze his eyelids together, and forgo the slightest movement that might waken his Master, until his muscles cramped and knives of pain overwhelmed his senses with numbness deadening his limbs.

Sir would pretend to sleep too, his mind racing with wants and needs and possibilities. He would close his eyes and match his boy's breathing until they were one chest rising and falling. A tangle of appendages that mirrored the chaos of tomorrow, they clung to what was familiar in the warmth and scents and sensuality of their past. The juices of sex had been drunk and the frictions had been stilled, but the air was thick with memory that shoved away the sleep that they knew was expected. In its place was held loyalty, longing, and uncertainty.

And so they lay unmoving in each other's arms. The night seemed like an eternity together.

But not long enough.

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Moronobu Hishikawa (1618-1694), Male couple on a futon early 1680's