Her laugh, rain-soaked, cups creamy heated skin.
Together undress dusk, fingers white as steam.
Cold kissed our thighs—short cotton skirts, oh so thin—
Warm breath finds cold lips, fogged glass between their world and our dream.

Together undress dusk, fingers white as steam.
Our bath—hot, cold *******-to-back, a drip, within my embrace.
Warm breath finds cold lips, fogged glass between their world and our dream.
Gentle waves of my hand, her blond silk sighs search our secret place.

Our bath—hot, cold *******-to-back, a drip, within my embrace.
Her hands cup my world—her breath a hush, lost between my thighs.
Gentle waves of my hand, her blond silk sighs search our secret place.
I softly hold her pulse—a tremble—a longing to bloom, where silence lies.

Her hands cup my world—her breath a hush, lost between my thighs.
Blond—auburn silk sighs, find a glowing dawn, as one.
I softly hold her pulse—a tremble—a longing to bloom, where silence lies.
Winter’s wet and cold forgotten, our new love, begun.

Together undress dusk, fingers white as steam.
Tight in our arms, wet spent bodies adrift in silence, no past loves, no sound.
Warm breath finds cold lips, fogged glass between their world and our dream.
Our bath still holds our shape, strawberry silk sighs, cosmic bound.

She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,
My breath explores the hollow of her thighs.
She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,
She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.

My breath explores the hollow of her thighs,
A damp note, I taste the waking skin.
She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.
I circle close, inhale where love has been.

A damp note, I taste the waking skin,
Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves.
I circle close, inhale where love has been,
Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves.

Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves,
A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin.
Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves,
A ****** breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within.

A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin,
I breathe in her gasp—wildflowers, warm and wet.
A ****** breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within,
Lips part slowly, a drip lingers and falls—lips met.

She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,
I am a tender hush, a windy night, her secret dream.
She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,
Forever as one, a silent, deep, pleasured scream.

A lone apple blossom clings inside sticky heat.
She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.
I press my thigh—her fleeting scent, without mine, incomplete.
The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.

She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.
I spread for her—hot breath, the mirror’s caress, skin wet as dew.
The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.
Her fingers—stamens—circle—I ache—I view.

The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.
Blossom falls—her lace, a pool, straps drift as leaves.
Her fingers—stamens—circle—I ache—I view.
She wilts in glass—her nectar, wind-blown, grieves.

Blossom falls—her lace, a pool, straps drift as leaves.
I touch—visions of her caress—her sighs fall as stars.
She wilts in glass—her nectar, wind-blown, grieves.
Alone, I bloom—my arch of ecstasy, lonely as love’s scars.

I hide in words — tucking under their shade;
Dressing letters up with sequins and baubles.
Now showering in limelit obfuscation.
Makes it seem as if I am really there:

Dressing letters up with sequins and baubles
Blinding myself in the flashing of their colours;
Makes it seem as if I am really there
Amidst flowered touchless abstraction.

I blind myself in the flashing of their colours.
Submerged in repetition, my thumb drowns
Amidst flowered touchless abstraction,
Swirling in whirlpool ******* me underneath:

Submerged in repetition, my thumb drowns
Now showering in limelit obfuscation,
Swirling in whirlpool ******* me underneath.
I hide in words — tucking under their shade.

If you gave me the chance,
I would do laundry with you
For the rest of our lives.
Doesn't that sound nice?

I would do laundry with you
I’d wash the dishes too.
Doesn't that sound nice,
Peacefully, beside each other

I’d wash the dishes too
After all the meals we’ll cook
Peacefully beside each other
And talk about our life.

After all the meals we’ll cook
We’d curl up close watching tv
And talk about our life.
Those are my favorite nights,

We’d curl up close watching tv
Warm and safe and quiet
Those are my favorite nights,
And this could be our life.

When doing math I feel despair,
I can not find the correct proof.
And my mind flies round in the air,
I go nuts and go through the roof.

What is the next step ,is it true ?
I can not find the correct proof.
Is it correct ? Great ! Wrong I’m *******,
I go nuts and go through the roof.

And lost steps are like a black hole,
I can not find the correct proof.
Time to put proof in toilet bowl ?
I go nuts and go through the roof.

My mind a puzzle with lost bits,
I can not find the correct proof.
I feel like a dried leaf  -no wits,
I go nuts and go through the roof.

I can not find the correct proof
And my mind flies round in the air
I go nuts and go through the roof
When doing math I feel despair

I had  strong legs once long ago
I could pump over 100
They looked like stout pillars yah know
My best part ,I felt like a stud

I could pump over 100
I think women liked them the best
My best part ,I felt like a stud
My arms and head not so blessed

I think women liked them the best
I liked to wear shorts or jeans too
My arms and head not so blessed
My legs like stout **** poles ,ooh!

I liked to wear shorts or jeans too
I have a stump and one weak leg
My legs like stout **** poles ,ooh
I work  the good one enough said

I have a stump and one weak leg
They looked like stout pillars yah know
I work  the good one enough said
I had  strong legs once long ago

I received Eihwaz twice this week  
It is time to grow inside out,  
And it is Eihwaz’s time to speak
Shed dead skin  is what it’s about.

It is time to grow inside out.        
My skin is  like a Yew’s long bark,
Shed dead skin  is what it’s about.
And growing within  hits the mark..

My skin is  like a Yew’s long bark
And chuck the old ways like a snake sheds  hyde ,
And growing within  hits the mark.
Doing this  I feel  bonafide .

And chuck the old ways like a snake sheds  hyde
And it is Eihwaz’s time to speak,
Doing this  I feel  bonafide
I received Eihwaz twice this week.

Conflict is  starting a fire
My mom and I fought  about work,
And jobless -my status was dire
And my  mom thought I was a **** .

My mom and I fought  about work
I did my best to get on track,
And my  mom thought I was a ****
Employers state you got no knack .

I did my best to get on track  
In due course  I went on Welfare ,
Employers state you got no knack
Relaid to my mom it felt like warfare .

In due course  I went on Welfare
And jobless my status was dire
Relaid to my mom it felt like warfare ,
Conflict is  starting a fire.

Algiz at North West a blessing
What is the weak link in the chain,
What is strong and needs protecting
Unhealthy links -remove that strain.

What is the weak link in the chain ?
You should feel strong like a steel rope .
Unhealthy links -remove those strain
Be helpless I hope I can cope.

You should feel strong like a steel rope
And unconnected to Godhead .
Be helpless I hope I can  dope  
Can fill you with plenty of dread.

And unconnected to Godhead
What is strong and needs protecting.
Can fill you with plenty of dread
Algiz at North West a blessing.