I love the sounds
we make.
The squeaking bed,
our gasps and moans,
the whimpers and sighs...
of grunts and growls
and skin slapping skin
or that wonderful
churning butter
slurp slurp slurp
of *** well done.

Her *** was made for regrets,
the way it wiggles
as she walks away.

I love the dark places
of your body...
the warm moist shadows
pungent, **** and sweet.

I love the dark places
of your body...
the curves, the openings and hollows
moaning come closer.

I love the dark places
of your body...
the way they swallow me
coaxing me out of me into you.

I love the dark places
of your body...
the way they let me play as I will
until the little death embraces us.

I and Thou
Eye to eye
I and eye
I to I.

****** are the greedy,
for theirs is a paucity of spirit.

****** are the callous,
for their hearts lack empathy.

****** are the pompous,
for all they can see are themselves.

****** are the self-righteous,
for their faith is shallow.

****** are the merciless,
for they shall be denied mercy.

****** are the bigoted,
for they do not know love.

****** are the warmongers,
for they shall be called the children of hell.

****** are they who persecute those who are different,
for they shall never know peace.

When I think of you
I'm reminded of your eyes...
pools of brown drawing me in.

When I think of you
I'm reminded of your lips...
moist, hungry, demanding.

When I think of you
I'm reminded of your *******...
soft pillows comforting me.

When I think of you
I'm reminded of our ***...
how nice it feels inside you.

When I think of you
I'm reminded of home...
where I need to be.

The same I look's out your eye as mine...
the perspective is different,
that is all.
We are one...
so close
no words can say.