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The Khandroma Project
http://khandroma.com
The Khandroma Project is the personal, interactive and ever-evolving portfolio of Khandroma. The Khandroma Project has it all from experimental/hybrid fiction to erotica to poetry to stream-of-consciousness writing. Come on in, kick off your shoes, grab a cup of tea and get comfy! Comments, feedback, and constructive criticism are encouraged at The Khandroma Project where dialogue is nurtured. Art is a conversation; tears are condensation of poetry in the sky. Come delight your senses, and let The Khandroma Project take you on a journey into the core of inspired creativity.
- Added on: Oct 31st, 2009
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: khandroma
- Listed in: Fiction Poetry
- Tags: poetry writing creative writing experimental fiction hybrid writing art-erotica
Recent Posts
A Marionette’s Orgasm.
A marionette’s orgasm, and her cheeks were silken. Porcelain doll skin stretched across the hollows of her bones just so. I couldn’t help but touch her, but throw my essence all over her. She was a toy, a tool, a puppet, a presence, and electrify...
The Soft Flicker.
Her pussy glistened in the soft flicker of the taper’s flame. Red wax dripped down the candle’s length, as if begging to dance across her skin. I pressed my wine glass to my lips. One more sip. Juxtaposition of cold glass with hot ...
To Melt: A Story in Three Parts.
PART I. I yearn to melt into your kiss with my whole being, to surrender wholly and completely to you, to re-capture that feel of oneness that is so delicious, and so needed in today’s world. These were the types of thoughts making their way t...
An Ode to Flesh.
Overtaken by Your touch electric my body falls prey to Your ministrations You build layer upon layer of Sensation Over Your delicate, blushing toy As the ache deepens my heart begins to pound audibly In sync with Yours Moans mi...
Of (De)light.
A moment of delight, and there were four colors of ribbon, and they created a silent symphony, broken into movements into moments into monuments of praise. Today is here, and I got my Miracle, and may it allow me to dance and pray and serve all sent...
Only the Vessel.
Watch-parts were only the vessel AND THEIR BODIES MOVED LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW. Shifting and leaning, falling toward the waves and getting sucked into the crowd. It was crowd-surfing on the hopes of tomorrow’s generation. Dancing through the th...
