beautiful round ***,
a firm smack
it smacks back  
fast pace
you looking back
moans morph to screams,
I could get use to that
begging for more
and I reach back
some deep strokes
I love that

On the veranda, we wait
for coolness, a fresh shower
Only with us there is light

Nobody sees us
nobody is at home
What is he thinking of?

Not of me, fortunately
I'm already hot
in my underwear

I keep quiet
otherwise he'll fancy
and that takes me too long

The nights are so short
we need sleep
no sweaty ***

Everything could be,

tonight, and it cannot be --


It's so sweltering!

a kitty cat walks down the alley
seeking to be seek'd
she is in heat
your king
they meet

***** Fingers;
     On sticky lips,
      a creamy delight
      to be licked
      and enjoyed

Wars and rumors of wars,
plagues and questions of reason

sames we see,
times and seasons, sames we see

reasons to wonder, seasons to think
may be so, maybe otherwise, too;

same as me, and you.
Different almost always, still the same.