turning her charms so slow.
he smiles,
in the wetness of his reward
cranking and cranking!
winding her in notch after notch
tormenting her to madness.

all her dreams melt into him
as his promised shards hit deep
****** after ******!
his jagged edge cuts to bleed
her mind and body
leading her to a valley of darkness

bellows and cries
relentlessly in her crescent moon
the moans swelling
from the corners of her abyss
he stabs wildly
in the glare of her darkshine

leaving the streaks of fingerprints
across her window pane
devilishly in his detail of precision
distorting her pleasure in pain
the legs of her willingness spread wide

her Innocence weeps nectar
tears from the depths of her
obscene layers of unseen obsession
unfold the heated flower
of her awaken phoenix-fire

tightening the gaps of her resistances
enraging his beast to survival
forcing his fight for freedom
thrashing away
his ***** courage leading the way

she finally surrenders
to his death blows
in total disregard in retaliation
she strikes a venomous bite
to his throat and lips
her poisonous kiss

their last breath shares
perspiration's sweet scent of exhaustion
as their life force drains to one
from their lust of the battle
in their pursuit to win the war of passion

In Our Rising Steam

we speak
in flirty languages
raising steam
sharpen tongues
taking playful stabs
raising steam
slapping hands
as to say stop it
flipping hair
in the rising steam
eyes flicker come-hither
touching words
raising steam
double entendres
hearts beating
loves songs
raising steam
your place in my space
lips slipping into a kiss
raising steam
fingers fight
button tight
wetting dreams
in our rising steam

I dance in Her metaphor 
                                    I step in step
within the shadow casted by wanting eye

I swirl Her enchanting dreams 
                                     I glide debonaire
twirling through with crystal ball flare

I take a knee to Her grace 
                                     I catch the night
silver leaf flowing elegant gown seams

I with gracious heart in Her arms
                                    I can't fool I know
more then two d whispers are always craved

I oh so beautifully in deep love with Her
                                    I think wishes be true
in the bolero devine, the danger zone, Her soul

You are a pebble
washed over by others shallow thoughts
as shiny and as beautiful
as any precious gem stone setting
upon top of the finest gold ring
on any hand worthy of beauty 

Your brilliant hue
crys crystal blue persuasion
sacred with mascara black veins
cutting through as one
in jagged ramadan twists
around *** appeal turns 

the selfish tries to steel your treasure
leave you to dry up in a broken sun
taking you from your loving home 
to lock you away in a private three lock box
for their late night polishings viewed by one  
high on their elevated shoes

Some wish to teach you to fly
with smiles for the heavens 
under their wings shadowing all your bling 
hoping to wear you around their neck 
like a trophy claiming all your glory 
with a clasp of broken luck

Me  oh, I want to adore your glistening kiss
crushing the velvet blackening my heart
dive in the depths of your muse
poetically expending my unwritten universe
within me to shimmer crimson poetry  
cheering you on to greater awareness  
brighten by your silhouette bathing my desire

Dead roses with greying complexion
three stems bent their thorns to flimsy
to ***** a drop of blood posed on dry-rot table top

Sheets of memories in piles of petals turning to dust scattered like Custer's last stand, across sixteen hundred square feet of unlivable space

Lonely walls gawked by empty rooms behind door's locked and hinges rusted shut, echo no slamming laughter

Condemned hallways coloured by black mold spreading out like veiny fingers of black lung bordered corner to corner with ***** spider lace

Shattered windows lay in shards framed by broken smiles darkened by boarded up dreams splintered in night terrors

A wet paint sign flaking to the ground next to a heavy weaved mat with weak tea letters in red saying welcome

Heart stained felt torn to shunder tattered and frayed into clogged
hollow thick chambers
had homemade love
once upon a time.

you are purity northen snow
looking for a ***** puddle 
to splash your dreams 
your calling card
a lavender garter belt smile
greeting me
in sheer rip away pantyhose

I take stock in your provisions
your dainty crimson heart 
in huggable fluffy blue socks
in contrast to my bohemian
naked sockless tender feet
your legs open minded 
to take in my deep thoughts

my ****** veracity booms 
your ****** groaning barrier
decelerating silky winds 
your painting shadow
fades into us as one soppin wet
tongue twisting kiss

swaping syllables in the ears
our spoonerism speckled
between our two worlds 
my dark silhouette presence
buried in your chandelier
shaded light

like peach orchids standing passionately tall.
in cheery red poppy fields.
their rosy hues complementing their persuasive rumba.
bathed in perpendicular sunlight.

the parallel candle ends burning a waxy river.
a rainbow of cliche parasol drips dripping.
off tear drop stems thumping thrashing.
the peat moss growth of loneliness.

liberating a kissing pilotlight. 
drowning in aching elongated heart shapes.
reaching with brisk shores to
re-unite seductive continental drift.

damming all turbulent ocean currents. flowing through the darkest wayward days.
from the bare skin walked beaches.
impacted by grainlets of golden sands grinding.
crystallizing the depths of picaresque affections.

our bodies emotional obsessions.
tied to mutualism symbiotic entangled nature.
we plant loving lips in a blizzardery electric snow.
roasting fireplaces dreams.

lonely hands reaching 
for the textures of love
milking all our fortitude
for the roasting light 
breaming the dawn 

she rolled over to remove
the sand from her sun polar skin 
her eyes dreary and tired 
still baskin' me with her 
smiling aftershocks 
from our continental drift 

as I shiver in my vulnerability 
for my need to have 
no distance between us
to let our bodies rest 
in this forever moment 
loss of time and words 

still tethered by emotional sleeves
in our natural full splendor
we watch the world 
go about its daily beauties

a soft hand defining a raw **** 
makes its way through my hair
in a single syllable
her profile nest into my chest

If you could hold me, scold me now
excuse tearing tears weeping shame
as I cry to you from deadmans brow

it's just a-day, it's just the day, it's just a day, it was just a-day.
the sun was out, the breeze was light.
aqua flowing grass bending to its will.
as a life in waning, stumbles to a stop, and falls to the ground.
clothed in any day clothes.
a sky, blue as any man's dreams,
and the chrips, and the chirps, echoing the birds soaring with flight.
children in the backyard, playing games, running in their youth.
meanwhile, at the side of the house, disheveled, but the body takes no breath,
no rising in the chest.
by the time anyone reached in care, noticed he had no pulse.

Mama, oh, mother 

tas it "I" ?

who bought the dark cloud,
raining dark prison days, 
over and down onto, home?
did "I", soil daddy's sir name?

join with me, in the empty streets
wide with ghost town syndrome
as my second mind unwinds in the indulgence

am I, the mannequin perfectly built comfortly undressed to the nines, no suit and tie to look my best
as I, scarecrow only the poor window shoppers

wishing for death, longer than they can hold their breath
from the oxygen that is evenly free
to maintain even a miserable life,  struggling out a living

no parchment paper, no parsley on the side
buried in debt, interest rates don't durendal
in a breeze whilst on medical leave
the sickly, with deep linted pockets looking to the sky for the cough drops to fall, like feather can fly

is it nonsense, to feel no common ground empathy
under a blanket of cold, sleeping in
natures man made ditches, disfavored as filth
pity thee fool, who can't count the bodies piling up
like the floors of the newest
pristine skyscraper

named, I'll never be successful enough to pay my taxes
the good American floating billions "my money"  in off shore bays
smiling with frugal achievements
because socialist skills, are not capitalist gains

the cowboy was feeling silly
out on the town looking for
a rambunctious bronking filly

his days worked fast
but felt so long
the nights out on the prairie
were hauntingly cold
but feel so lonely 

the dead sounds echoing
the rolling plains 
silent to all derelict movement
mooned eyed critters
creapy crawling about the feet
not the right kind of
slithering serpent, needed for body heat

the sun in all its glorious 
golden hues sibilate a unity in colors 
waking the unforgiving land
hours behind his
crepuscular sunbaked skin
canvassed in leather scars

riding out from the threshold fears 
in the jilted hearts of
the Apache's political affairs
knowing the doted line
has never been the friend
to a chicken scratch man

his side bar thoughts
meant to entertain 
adjacent to moseying the dusty trail
tailgating a herd of heifer ***
thirsty for a tall wide bottomed glass
filled to the top less of a lid
with a slow ***** pour

hiking a short skirt
bridled to prance around
up and down
the patina fantasies
gidding up in a cowboys mind
going bucking wild
burning his brand for stud

Is,
our love pools receding
when they should be
getting kisses of plankton
to feed our bigger hunting fish
we are becoming,
growing lustfully in size
and the bite in our hunger
to be our self contained ecosystem
created from our primordial love ooze
sparked to life
from our lips static electric snow

two a.m. on a temperature chilling October morn
sitting in a Lovecraft silence of
beastly creatures
sleeping in the earth
under bed and basement
the earworms dig in
with Steven King ambitions
as my lids slit to stay awake
the draping Wes Craven curtains
part to my next dream sequence
falling into hell's revenge
the Clive Barker pains of
pinhead punishments
feel believingly real
though I'm dead to the world
in a Jordan Peele trance
stiff with only mental movements
at the wheel of a Detroit demon
flaming down the to slow
to get away pedestrians
who's evil doings have done me wrong
I'm alive in the thrill of the ****
to **** without remorse
with Anne Rice stirring arousal
seated shotgun
queening the dammed
the fallen the unbathedsouls
getting bathed in the endless
bloodbath of her draining rein
to empty their cold dying hearts
hopelessly trapped
in her dark minded chronicles
I found was the ending road
with no uturn from the limboed
feasting humanoids
in a Abraham "Bram" Stoker scenario
thirsty to **** the lifeliquid
from limbs and neck-vines
shockingly terrifying me
from my zombie like state
eyes wide open and breathing
in a pandemic like panic
darkened with the next dusking day.