is it?
cloying?
the way in which
we give to each
other?
i've been feeling unsure.

infusing everything on the path,
i've been the rot
you've been the honey.
but when i look for clarity
in silence,
you divulge your interest
(barely louder)
-with a question.

and when you decay towards me
when you use me for your pleasure
and i see the devil in you,
you make me
solely a body.

i mean, what is a future for us?
living alongside,
maybe we'll develop an ******;
but you'll have to want longer,
i to disengage from disavowment.

proximity to omnipresence
only if i stop burying myself,
i want to look into your eyes
and find reciprocity.

I wash-up two cups, find a spoon,
decipher his mood whilst I pour us coffee.
He’s not talking.
Dishevelled.
Frustrated.
Irate.
Whoever she is, last night wasn’t great-
The bed’s made up with clean white sheets.
She didn’t stay over.

I hand him his coffee.
He nods,
it’s a start but
there’s nothing set up and
I can’t tell where he wants me.
He’s paid for a day- I undress anyway.
And because it’s quite early, still cool-
I sit in a spilled-sunshine-pool
at the foot of his bed.

He studies me.
Traces my line with his eyes.
I keep warm,
drink coffee.
Wait.
He draws a deep breath-
takes my cup,
holds my face in both hands.
Says nothing, just kisses me hard
and pushes me back.

I unbutton his fly-
lick my fingers,
let them glide,
slide.
Rise up to meet him.
He pulls out the moment he’s done.
His frustration feels hot
on flushed skin,
and becomes mine when
he walks away.

He gathers up paper and charcoal-
the tools of his trade.
Arranges my limbs,
places my hand in
glossy-soft-heat between
my slight-parted thighs.
Leans close, kisses me thank you
then whispers
Be still.

muse

Hues glistened above her face,
        prisms of droplets catching
the light as each fell..

This was ecstasy,
          A rainbow covering

                             her features...

I pose on all fours
Waiting for you to mount me
My Love starts pulsing as
I watch you move towards me
You stroke yourself in your hands
My eyes are begging you
to use your rigid tool on me
To Feel you plunge deep
into the depths of my soul
As I close around you
My wetness envelops your manhood

My pulse is racing as you enter
And pound against my soft pliant vessel
My breath rushes out rapidly
I try to hold on as long as I can
To savor every moment.
Every feeling.
Each powerful ******.

I can’t stand it any longer!

I tense as
I allow my body to receive
All that it needs
From you
I release all my tension
As my ****** washes over me.
Wave after wave crashing against my body

I cry out in ecstasy
My muscles convulse
But you don’t stop there
You keep your tempo going
Harder. Faster.
Trying draw every drop of nectar out of me.
Then you feel your own finish approaching
You take what you need as well
From me
I moan as you spill your essence into me.

I long to have you lead me to that place.
That ends with you
Lying on top of me
Satisfied.
Happy.
And replete.

The female ****** is a rosebud
blossoming over the course of seconds.

Our organs were molded in the
image of clams and flowers.

God obviously
gave his blessing.

Dear diary;
I need something
stronger than an ******-
something that really rattles the bones
and shakes me to the core
of my soul.

There’s that point

Approaching ******

Reaching it

Savoring it....

Where I’m absolutely certain

I’d do anything for some real ***

Or maybe even

Just to ****** one more time...


I suppose I’ve been in need
Of some kind of painkiller
And it’s clear now
That natural ones may have to do