He’s drenched in sweat and he’s teasing me.
His body radiates an uncomfortable heat
That melts our skin together seamlessly.
Our eyes slowly meet.
He kisses my neck and behind my ear.
And his breathing becomes heavy
With the sweet scent of beer
That lingers and brings me to ecstasy.
He tightens his grip on my waist
And I can feel his pulsing vein.
It throbs violently and in haste,
Yet deafened by the sound of rain.
With my fingers tracing his face
And my tongue swimming in his mouth,
I’m in my happy place
On this broken couch.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 2:18 AM UTC
Welcome to the meat shop
Where arms and legs dangle from the top,
Where discarded fats ooze from the lid
Of a metal bin and a giant squid
Is sneaking out through the crack near the back door.
And the floor is ***** and slippery like butter
Oyster juice stained the buttons on the cash register.
Aunty comes with her butcher knife.
She’s about to chop the life
Out of that carp. She misses! And swears.
Her finger, clean cut, and bounces off the floor.
My lord!
Blood sputters from her knuckle.
The entire scene gives me a chuckle.
And I wake up from my dream hungry.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
My lover,
He's sweeter than unprocessed honey.
His touch is softer than a puff of air,
But his jokes aren't funny
And he isn't Stephen Colbert.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
I can no longer hide
My soul ignited
once disparaged
I long to share it
The chills in my spine put into words
Lips on skin
Eyes filled with sin
What is this sensation
I drip colors you cannot see
Heightening my passion
Enhancing my touch
Raw emotion channeled as such
My desire aches
The color of flush
My cage breaks
Expressions of lust
I do not fear it
I can hear you blush
My favorite sound
Our souls combust
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
The tongue is lethal,
A sweet coating for a rotten core.
Every shift of the tide
is another lie.
The tongue is lethal,
a small dose of poison for the chronically ill.
Every promise is broken
and my heart becomes frozen.
The tongue is lethal,
a silent drowning in shallow water.
Every attempt to demoralize
the psyche brings tears to my eyes.
The tongue is lethal,
an eye wide open as my mind drifts to sleep.
This tongue of mine
is a weapon for surefire demise.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
Are you holding back
Like I think you are?
Are you hiding your scars
And keeping your heart afar?
When the birds no longer flap their wings
And I grow thin,
Would you still be willing
To wait for spring?
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
Your smirk lingers on my mind
when you left sweetness on my tongue.
Deep thoughts, deep breaths.
Honey-flavored heartaches, heartbreaks--this takes
the cake.
My feelings flow
with high viscosity, like the blood in my veins
that slowly thickens, freeze up when you touch me.
I want you here, my Dear.
You tighten your grip on me. I am
feeling naked, wanting more.
Stranger,
I crave you--consumed by thoughts of you.
Please. I want nothing to do with wanting.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
I can feel your presence looming over me.
I look over my right shoulder, gazing at your deltoid muscle.
You embrace me with those strong arms
And shock me with your cold, drenched skin.
I trace these long scars on your left forearm.
And face you.
Deep dimples trap your mischievous smile.
A droplet of water drips from the ends of your hair onto my forehead.
You grab onto my waist and press me against you.
I am on my toes.
You now have my attention.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC