my fingers, slowly running down the length-
Of your perfectly done, Brazilian weave.
My touch; tender, yet laden with strength-
A normal human mind cannot perceive.

But, we are not exactly 'normal.' Are we?
Not now. We're a time bomb of passion;
Paint brushes on the canvas of history;
Electric rivers of lust. We are turned on.

Marching into me at the command of fate-
You crush your thick lips against mine!
Like when sunlight and earth first met;
This complex is beyond beauty's line.

Fantasy flavored bliss, deep coated in ecstasy;
Kisses of your lips, your tongue, your taste.
Reading my braille body language, feeling me.
My hands, gripping your 30 inch-sized waist.

My heart, rushing to find the pace of yours.
My blood, surging, racing. I'm pulsating.
The world outside is closing its doors;
As we get heated us up; hyperventilating.

Let me kiss your lips with a passion strong-
Enough to awaken 1000 sleeping beauties.
Hold me like in my arms is where you belong;
Your home, like its where your heart really is.

Right here. Right now, is my present; you.
Lose your top, descend from the heels.
Actions speak louder, let me say 'I love you'-
With silent words flowing as if spinal chills.

Instinctively, we take off my T-shirt-
Lips still locked. Tongues exploring.
You slowly slip off your purple skirt;
Every curve sending one more sting!

By faith, we struggle to your spread bed,
Knocking things over with no single care.
'Mmhh...Touch me here...' what? You said?
Its hard to listen. Should I touch you there?

My hands map out your body's geography.
To the gravity of your bosoms, they succumb.
Mmmhhh...Then finally they break free,-
And touch your body, till you cant keep mum.

We rid ourselves of our last pieces of clothing;
Hands on auto-pilot doing... I don't know.
Addressing every curve, touching everything,
But careful enough to pretend to be slow.

Invited by your rapid breaths, I get in.
You stop and look up at me in disbelief;
Coming to terms with me deep within,
Holding back moans of pain and relief.

Mmmhhh... Your kisses taste sweeter.
Wait! There is no need for you to cry.
Together; one. Life can have no better-
Than the moment we have you and I.

Yes! Say my name! Say my name again!
Your nails in my skin; my hands in your hair.
My villain; inflicting irresistible pain.
My angel. Goddess. My love's flare.

Ooohhhkayy... This is it... I can feel it.
'You're beautiful. I love you.' Let go...
Here; come. You don't have to hold it;
Express yourself. I really want to know.

You take me down in a flash and-
Steer our love ride round and round.
Heeding your firm, sweet command;-
I'm in your law's chains; I'm bound.

You look beautiful from down here.
Your hands, not knowing what to do;
In your hair. In the air. Here, I'm near!
Here I go... Oohh! You're beautiful...

Stay there... Keep at it... Yes! Yes! Yes!
Don't stop! Don't slow down! Go on!
Go crazy! Yes! Mmmhh... Your sweetness!
Agghhh... Here; come. Here; come on!

Nokia 3310 vibration... Open the door.
Pouring out your all to me, and I to you.
OK. Breathe... Kiss me once more.
Now rest and get ready for round two.

Keep Smiling

"OHHHHH AGGHHH!"

pins & needles
my little one calls it
"scrambled legs!"

"OHHHHH AGGHHH!"

pins & needles
my little one calls it
"scrambled legs!"

Who the hell woke me up?
Now I’m here, oh?
I know what you want to hear but also what you need.
My host is torn between his own desires and doing what is right.
Perhaps I can dance around his feeble kind long enough to get out a sickly post.
What the hell has life come to.
Agghhh
Almost lost control but then you know who rules my soul? Still torn between the light and the night.
Still torn between the light and the night
Someone save me before my spirit turns vapor though I smoke enough to silence my resolve. Give me guidance to believe that flowers bloom for reasons unseen and passions fruit to quench my ego need.
Logging off but don’t you worry I will be back hopefully with more control as of next.

"IF YOU TICKLE US..."

The moon intently listens
to the open air

production of
THE MERCHANT OF VENICE

- in Venice

this delicious summer’s night
(hemmed in by houses)

where we discover that

“The quality of mercy
is not
strained...”

as a couple upstairs
come home and proceed to make
long loud passionate love

“...it droppeth like.. “

another couple scream and fight
as windows smash and plates crash

“... the gentle rain from Heaven...”

“Agghhh! ”
“Cazzo in culo! ”

and throws his clothes out
the now broken window

“...upon the earth below...”

as a gondola ghosts by in mist
with an atrocious tourist version of
“O Sole Mio! ”

as another window
lights up
and a telly bellows
a dubbed in gangster shoot out.

“Aggggh!
“Va fancip! ”

We are enthralled with
(delighted and enraptured)

not only with
the splendour that is Shakespeare

but also with
the real life drama

of this gentle Italian night
and of how we got

our “pound of flesh.”

"IF YOU TICKLE US. . ."

moon intently
listens
to the open air

production of
THE MERCHANT OF VENICE
- in Venice

this delicious summer’s night
(hemmed in by houses)
where we discover that

“The quality of mercy
is not
strained...”

as a couple upstairs
come home and proceed to make
long loud passionate lust

“...it droppeth like.. “
another couple scream and fight
as windows smash and plates crash

“... the gentle rain from Heaven...”
“Agghhh! ”
“Cazzo in culo! ”

and throws his clothes out
the now broken window
“...upon the earth below...”

as a gondola ghosts by in mist
with an atrocious tourist version of
“O Sole Mio! ”

as another window
lights up
and a telly bellows

a dubbed in gangster shoot out.
“Aggggh!
"Fongool”

we are enthralled
(delighted and enraptured)
not only with

the splendour that is
Shakespeare
but also

the real life drama
of this gentle
Italian night

and of how
we got
our “pound of flesh."