A primal flower we weave
Between blue azure and sea
Together, bodies coil
Mouths to fertile soil
Your lips, the scent of hash
Voraciously, we crashed
To hold poise, we fought
To repress, we ought!
Without a stitch in sight
A hummingbird takes flight
Like sky and sea, we meet
In two bodies' harmony
As pure as driven snow
A sweet babe, a sweet doe
My habitat, your home.

Baby lemme slide inside
at the midnight hour as our
skin glides so smooth on each other.
Take a ride, just get closer, don’t hide.
Your watermelon lips, sweeter than sugar; not sour.
Drown me please, for forever, not hours.
I love your taste. Tongue, up and down
to explore that place. Fingers, on your face
got me on the edge, but it’s not a race.
Hands, handling your waist with haste,
yet slow, yes slow, let’s slow down the pace.
You glow, whoa, shimmering unlike a crow.
You blow, I flow with snow that you can’t plow.
Color all in your cheeks,
us all over the sheets,
while I unfold your folds; let the passion increase.
Her rose is curling my toes;
such moonlight upon the garden.

I trace
golden stairways
over your skin that
lead me to heaven:
your body.

bare skin
separating lips
eyes closing
gentle fingertips
hands reaching
parting thighs
tongue searching
rosy skies
fluttering lashes
arching back
hands through hair
walls begin to crack
curving neck
swaying hips
hands on waist
biting lips

Before words were ever written
There were words.
Words that some what equate visibility.
This transparent line spoke 
Before my eyes found the cover of your face.
With this burning desire to speak
I dotted my tongue with ink &
Began writing along the page of your thighs,
Placing the period of my lips above your navel.
Before words were ever written
There were words,
How ever silent
I dotted my tongue in your ink &
scribbled the blank page in my affection.
Between the space of words, I hear you moan
With this burning desire to speak
I dotted my tongue in your ink &
Began writing along the page of your thighs
Without restriction

Awaiting the hot element
of a shifting sun
she surveys the pond
in minimal raiment

Concealed in the thicket
she loosens ties and stays
til away from hips they fall
and onto the grassy knoll

She ventures to the edge
one toe in to assess its viability
playfully ******* the surface as
she waves him hither

Besotted by the nakedness
of her artless endeavor
he disrobes in quiet
anticipation (of sorts)

Come to her he shall
and with a fair bit
of ****** and parry together
they shall master the water

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