The view from
between your legs,
with my glistening
face in the soft
lamplight is
more than
sublime.

The trust
is thick,
and
sweet.

Your happy
moans are like a
symphony from
Mozart as I wait
for the
grand finish.
dun dun dun dun dun dun dun
dun dun dun dun dun
Dun Dun

DUN

You pull me inward,
and I smell
Paradise.
Sticky faced
ambrosia.

I see the birds kissing birds
while fluttering their wings.
On one knee trembling the words,
knowing she's worth the diamond ring.
Hearts thump as street peddlers sing
as the festivities rejoice with new flings.
Tomorrow's sun shines as new love brings.

The drunks dance spilling their drinks,
the pebble skips 3 times before it sinks
her skin so sweet and warmly delicious
bad jokes you pretend are hilarious
A gentle hand around her lovely waist
A kiss on the cheek without the haste
Eyes likes jewels of sparkling blue
Her flirtation giving you a few clues

Her bed which she lays down in,
her flowing hair showing no sin
the trembling of lips which embrace
as she takes off her dress and lace
A night to forever remember
warm and cozy in September
two bellies embrace and softly
as hands explore so quietly
and clothes drop down to the floor
as two couples make love & explore.

Divine respiration.
Life giving exhalation.
A substance poured into my lungs.

Your breath enters.
Saturating my being.
Sobriety leaves me.
Hallucinations embrace me.

Twisting in sheets like a mad man.
Unable to contain myself.
Grandeur gazes down.
I am deranged.

Death approaches.
Feminine lips; radiating embers.
Leaving ashes in its wake.
By this, I am singed.
As Gehenna whispers my name.

I love to touch her, feel her heat,
Thick swollen lips, a velvet treat.
Wetness drips, her desire flows,
A plump peach ripe, her passion shows.

My fingers trace her warmth, her weight,
A grounding moment, a timeless state.
Hard as stone, my body yearns,
For her embrace, where pleasure burns.

Her **** glistens, kissed by spit,
A spark ignites, a perfect fit.
My tongue explores, her hips collide,
She rides the waves, a shifting tide.

Tiny circles, electric, divine,
Our bodies melt, our souls align.
Mesmerized by this blazing fire,
A moment of heat, raw and entire.

I love how she consumes me,
Splitting wide open, raw, and free.
Mouth filled, ***** stretched, *** claimed by me
A fire inside, untamed, unashamed.
The weight of me, heavy, pressing down,
My **** drives deep, where pleasure drowns.
A playful roleplay dance, a struggle, all right,
Bodies tangled, lost in the night.
Hips slamming, flesh colliding,
Wet rhythms, primal, abiding.
The air thick with sweat and desire,
A musk of ***, a smoldering fire.
I claims her, filling her with my trace,
A carnal imprint, an untamed embrace.
Deep within my essence lingers,
Written by my soul, your body encased!

The birds started
singing at ten to four
this morning;
coaxing the dawn on
with their song.

The *** would be
great on the clouds
that I saw yesterday.
They looked like
rows of fresh
cauliflower.
Every position would be
a little miracle;
perfect depth and
perception.

The sweat stung
my eyes as I
smoked in the
sweltering July
sun.
I wish I could
live in the clouds...
No job
No taxes or tired back.
Just relaxing in
that puffy white
perfection.

First stage: pheromones

I can't sleep

with the smell of you
still in my nose

and your taste
still upon my lips.

Neither can I wash it away
Nor let go,

lest your essence I were to forget

The box: a cradle for the delivery
of new life born into this world

or

the space where a man may wander aimlessly,
lost by his lack of self-control.

Like an eager painter
I’ve splashed red across the milky white
Deeper in the center pinker as it trails out,
She loves the way the leather brushes her canvas
Stinging swashes and caressing strokes,
Her smile rings of joy where the moans cry out in pain.

There’s a twinkle in her eyes
Smallest pellet of tears working
Simultaneous with the pooling drenching tight clad cotton
I can smell Dior mixed with her sweet nectar,
Tickling the nose just over the bristles of my rough stache
And I return to my canvas, another broad swash,
Another clapping slap of skin to hide;
Echoed sounds reverb in stereo back tracked by the sweetest cry


“Please” isn’t a need
And barely a beg,
Show me with the wiggling of hips
Tease me with slight arches
Waft your *** to tremble my senses
Make. Me. Lose. Control.

She pants, heavy breaths
Shallow, quick - needing
The brain is in a fog - a haze
One tracked, foaming at the tongue
Drooling down her chin,
Flush ruby rose cheeks -
She’s fiending like an addict
Out of control convulsions when the brush tickles the warmth of wounds
She’s swooning with her body, slithering in silk sheets like a snake in sand

“Come for me”
I command it, not ask for it
I demand it, not suggest.
My fingers press against the fabric
And with one swift grip the cotton fails
Ripping from the wetted seams and drenched middle
Honey sticking to glistened flower petal lips
Looking like spider webs caught in rain.
How pink and perfect, dribbling uncontrollably-
She is ready.

I enter an index and *******
Folds gliding and inviting first and second knuckles in,
Curling down pressing towards the belly,
Opening and curling, come hither, follow directions
Make me happy, make me proud.
Make. Me. Lose. Control.

It doesn’t take much
The build was effective,
Her body was quaking for release
And as her body shivers and shakes
Her screams go hoarse,
Eyes roll back and sight nearly goes black,
Her core contracting like doing sit-ups at lightning speed
Her leather cuffed hands grasping sheets
We have reached the crescendo

And after the crash and clash
After the waves have passed,
A silent bemoaning remained.

“PlEaSe….”

And then I lost control…