The outer world is trembling,
boys are dreaming here,
you cannot hear their voices.
Metal clanking,
those fireballs &
tracer rounds
cannot touch them
tonight.
Not in this state.

Locked love-connection
Enjoy each others senses
Sweetest connection

I took a shower with Heaven
once under
a brilliant
sky of splashed milk.

She exploded,
   then giggled
at our *******-sounds,
the beautiful noises
we made in earnestness
up against the slippery wall.

In her own words,
I imagined how nice
it would be between her & me.

Such a scenario is indeed,
delicious to contemplate.
Soft-sunlight peers in
from under bamboo blinds,
intertwined candles
burn from the previous night,
we do not fight our fiery-intentions.

Her precious body lies under me,
I feel her chest on mine,
grip her sweet lady-hips
fully engaged,
move rhythmic & with gentle care,
melodic.

As she arches her back,
I discover her soul,
release within her,
flow warmth as she shudders,
me growling low,
whispering her name,
she sighs contentment,
holds tighter,
I feel her move.

We collapse enraptured,
kiss, hug, squeeze,
inhale each other,
then continue on to our slumber,
me inside of her still,
both satiated.

I know I have
my share of problems
& it doesn't get any easier
not being able
to wrap your arms around me,
to pull my fingers
through your nice hair.

You were always
a natural high for me,
rock steady,
trustworthy,
my healthy dose of lust.

I trust you are well
& will always wish you
the best
in everything that you do,
even if
or if
you never
think about me, too.

Pretty painted face
She hobbles on wooden shoes
Beautiful maiden

I spied her in a dream last night.
There was a silence to her full lips.
Moon glow reflected the miracle in her blue eyes,
wide in disbelief, the end I did cry.

Ocean waves crashed at our feet, intertwined,
her arms around me nesting in the small of my back.
I felt sheltered from the icy wind in her soft embrace.

I will never forget her pretty child face
the last night
I was entranced
by the grace of God.

I think about her often,
the streaming tears I did drink,
the last night
I said goodbye.

O sweet honey bun,
I'm scribbling as fast as I can,
writing deep penetrating thoughts,
things I think you'd like.

O, isn't this hot,
thrilling,
scintillating
raw techno-fun?
Your responses are so sublime,
genuine sultriness,
you have suggestive-words
of your own,
it's hard to keep up!

O, pardon my misspellings,
but the excitement is taking
me over the edge,
auto-correct can't even stop
my intent to be with you,
giving you my ******.

O, I think you should know,
I cannot fight you,
the aura on my screen,
that view of you
makes me feel explosive.
So here goes doll,
I'm getting close,
I'm strumming myself
to the beat of your words,
I think I love this,
kissing you in space,
exploding to the glow
of modern moonlight.

Lying alone gets monotonous,
I count the sheep
& it doesn't work,
I just stare at the fan.

Many times I write
and that works for awhile,
then loneliness creeps back
& I'm all out if sheep.

What then?  
Yoga & jam donuts!