Tad Richards
SOOKIE Donna wants to use my muse Sookie for the weekend it might be arranged I’m writing on the responsible use of money Sookie could care less she responds mainly to oral sex I warn Donna that can be arranged she says but Sookie’s temperamental you have to press	your strenuous tongue against her grape just short of bursting it so Sookie says but when things get hot she’ll yawn and criticize my technique remind me of other lovers who did it better
Patti Marshock SOOKIE LYING The moon was a sickle and cell walls were warmer Sookie's hand roamed on top of the knit two, purl two, blanket my mother left me. It didn't cover her thighs, she said she'd grown in the past couple of years Accustomed to the feel of feather beds and the smell of bayberry she didn't like the sofa so she moved onto the floor and lit the next cigarette while the one before still smoldered a long, long ash
Donna Jackson MISTRESS SOOKIE Sookie arrives in fishnet and leather, paddle in hand, straight as a queen. Half immortal, both beauty and bale, she mounts me. Her patent stilettos dimple my chest. She demands oral attention. But tonight I just laugh, pour a bourbon and offer her a cigarette. Now Sookie’s all comfort, resting her heels on my lap. I am her ashtray until she grows bored, steals my bed all night, delegates me to the throw rug. Tomorrow she may bring me to Sparta.