I'm delectably drowning in
Jazz.......
Fingers skimming in elegant beauty over ivory keys
Perfection hovering in discord as
Horns reverberate in
An avalanche of sound rumbling through the valley of my soul
Delicate guitars swinging to a beat
Each note a sensation as it sings with delicious vibrato
Drums dancing though time and space
Titillating trails of rhythm evaporating as brush kisses skin
And there
Finally .....
Cool
Dignified
The master of my pleasure
An upright bass .......
Bringing it home in a
Sumptuous aural ******......

(C) Pixievic

You are like Spring rain
Soaking through my skin
Pervading my thoughts
Infusing my mind
With the sweet, damp smell of
Sodden earth
And
         S e x
My body drenched
Submerged in ardent craving
Nectar

             D
                 r
               i
                  p
                     p
                   i
               n
                    g

From open petals
Succulently
Drowning in the downpour
Flooding every cell
With the wantonness
Of budding life
Growing in fervour
In your thunderstorm
The desert of my being
Succumbs to this mirage
And a need
For
       Your
                 R a i n .......

(C) Pixievic

You said it might be a bit uncomfortable
That it feels like a little scratch
Or perhaps it's like a bee sting
But then you start to latch
My **** into something
Described as a gentle squeeze ....
But I wish that you'd be honest
And just tell me please
Your ***** I'm going to pummel
Stick them with 8 inch pins
Crush them into vices
Then hammer iron nails in
And then when you've reached
The end of your tether
I'll smile sweetly & tell you
You might feel under the weather .....!!
Well the lies they don't help
In any way or fashion
It wouldn't **** you, you know
To show me some compassion
Well I tell you what
Here's my little joke
I'm going to punch you in the face
It'll feel like a gentle stroke ....!

(C) Pixievic




(C) Pixievic

You're my contradiction
Inconsistency ablaze in every thought
Fighting for control against my need for  your touch
My desire for your body
Whilst inside my head
The truth creeps like a soft footed Panther
Around the jungle of my mind
I'm
      f
        a
           l  l
                i
                 n
                    g

I don't know where I will land

I know what this is
You said you loved me .....

But I don't believe you

(C) Pixievic

I wanted to write about the 1st of May
Pagan dancers and girl queens dressed as Fey
With green budding leaves in a delicate crochet
Adorning their hairline in a graceful spray
Crocus and bluebells weaved into archways
They twist their ribbons in a beautiful bouquet
In ancient ritual they move and sway
Respecting the Spring Gods their blessings to pay  
I wanted to write about the 1st of May ......
But what I should be writing is a fu*king essay...!!

(C) Pixievic

I have a need and desire
Fulfilled in quiet afternoons
As I gaze into your eyes
I see a universe reflected back
I am yours in this moment
My body sings under your hands
Delicious hardness
Exquisitely probing the depths of my abyss
Rocking me gently towards my utopia
I want this instant to last forever
Hovering in agonising limbo
On the edge of ecstasy
A storm of sexuality
Exploding between my thighs as I take you
Deeper
Harder
Until there is no sense left in the world
Just this moment ......

Then it is gone
And
I return to my day

(C) Pixievic