Turned and Bent Over

By T.J. Phull

Turned and bent over is a book of a collective erotic short story and poems...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499032031

T.J. Phull

TJ Phull, author of Bedelia, has previously written Articles of a Witch Goddess. Phull is a mother of five. Her studies are in business, social anthropology, and psychology. For her, writing had always been a dream that has just now been realized. Finally, her dream of being like her renowned relative, the writer Zora Neal Hurston, has become reality.

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Copyright © 2014 by T.J. PHULL.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-4990-3202-4

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Contents

Introduction

Letters

Sad Ex-Lover

Jogger’s Voice (Get A Clue)

Dear, God!

Hi

Poems

Come To Me Spells

INTRODUCTION

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blah, blah, blah

shut the fuck

up

tired of your

blistering

lips

talking

junk

and shit

you

think you’re

handsome

you

think

you’re cool

but to me

you are

a bewildered fool

who is it

that put your head

so up in the clouds

fuck around

I’ll shoot you down

to the ground

you fool

imbosol

idiot mime

stop your performance

you’re just

wasting your time

you have

gone and lost

your mind

thinking

that you knocked

me off my feet

please

get over

yourself

wipe up

the defecation

you laid upon yourself

and restrap

your

belt

are you

done

shitting on yourself

you’re

full

of shit

I’ll

take

a piss

where

you

stand

you’re

no

man

but now

you stand

in my land

you think

women are meek

little bit weak

fall down

and

kiss my feet

we’ll, I

have you

beat

soon

we’ll turn

your world upside down

make it bleak

show you that you’re

the ones who are weak

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Turned

And Bent Over

A Short story

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I don’t know whom I had missed the most when I had left, him or India. The beauty in its simplicity—wait, no, there was nothing simple about India. Not to the eyes, the ears, or the nose. Everything was heightened for me just by being in the presence of such a country and its people. I didn’t feel out of place at all. Everyone was all types of browns, and they even had piercings like I did. I felt right at home. I looked around as most walked barefooted, with sandals or a type of sneaker or boot upon the cemented sidewalks—or