Peach salsa
Has that tangy taste
Between sweet and spicy
Burning tongues naughtily but nicely.

Peach salsa
Is the quiet librarian of dips
Unassuming until the bun comes undone
And blink of an eye she’s a firecracker in bed.

Peach salsa
Tastes a lot like you
And our Sunday afternoons
Experiments with papaya and pineapples
Tossed in with tomatoes and crying onions
The perfect recipe for a little change and a lot of disaster.

the dying sun kisses my brown walls goodnight,
winking naughtily through the leaves.

No doubt.
The piece of gum
Naughtily stuck under a school desk

Instead of thrown in the dustbin
They say smoking's a disgusting habit
But gum is messy
Gets everywhere if you
Aren't careful

Nicotine gum?
The bane of smokers
They say it tastes
Foul

But gum
Either way
Comes in all varieties
Sugarfree I favour
Bad for the teeth
Otherwise -

Raspberry, strawberry, mint, spearmint
The never-ending flavours of life
On this planet

You are so **** and hot to look at
When you gorge on that strawberry
I remember the time you showed me
How you like your fruit to be -

You licked it making sure it’s wet
I gasped when the coldness hit me
You nipped and peeled the skin gently
My ***** heaved wantonly at the touch
You ****** with ardour all the juices
My mind ran havoc not knowing what to do -

You stare and wink at me naughtily
That devilish grin now you just make
You know that I recall what you did
When you tasted and I was your fruit

Peter sought his merriment
While standing in the sediment
And fishing in his element
For something good to eat
He wasn't unintelligent
But suffered an impediment
Conversing wasn't eloquent
A stutter had him beat

One day, on the r-riverside
With hunger to be satisfied
And p-p-planning homicide
He cast his l-l-line
But bang he was immobilised
Attacked from the w-waterside
A giant p-p-pike astride
The struggling s-swine

The scene w-wasn't glamorous
The p-p-pike was amorous
The gossip would be scandalous
Someone might s-s-see
The struggle was c-clamorous
P-Pete was v-victorious
P-popped up like L-Lazarus
To f-f-f-f-flee

He promptly pattered homewardly
And cursing pikes internally
His hunger sat infernally
His hook remained unlured
The pesky pike had planned to be
Inside of Peter, rectally
To poke and **** him naughtily
But hang on..... he was cured!

I went to your apartment yesterday,
You weren't there, but everything still
Felt like home.

As I opened the door, your
Familiar fragrance hugged me tight,
Just as you used to.

My favorite shirt lay crumpled on the bed,
As if you'd left it naughtily there to remind me
How I've ruined it one too many times.

I grabbed it and smelled it deep,
I inhaled the scent of your chest, your shoulders,
Your arms, oh your arms that I love so much.

I lay on your bed with my senses
Buried inside your shirt, inside your beautiful self,
I cried and I laughed at the same time.

Little had changed in your room
Since I'd left.
I wished this room mirrored our lives.

I hoped you'd return early,
And find me curled up inside the blanket
Of those million memories we'd created together,

But you didn't come, and it got dark outside,
And suffocating and unwelcoming,
And lonely inside.

I left, clutching the keys firmly in my palm,
They're all I have now, to spare me of the pain,
That stings me day and night.

This northern chill is freezing me
To mine marrow
I needeth seraphim blanket
To covereth me as a sparrow

I'm shaking from the frost
Tis its mid June
I seeketh all affection
For one to lock me in her room

Tighten me in her tomb
And throw away ourn route
So noone shalt find us
No worrying nor doubt

I needeth her satellite coverlet
To play ourn kiddish games
Under ourn window pane
****** carnalism smoothed in febrile roulette

To be invisible to the other's
Just ourn own come-hither now
Naughtily ****
Bodie's blast off by sonic sound....

Sometimes I mine for echoes
Ghosts of sounds within me still
Cicadas and the clash of boules
Soft voices from the hill

Two young boys tongue-tied in the sun
Barefoot on summer's shore
Soft feet licked clean by freedom's whim
With oceans to explore

My mother nurtured flowers
Drowning shadows out with paint
The brightness of geraniums
The patience of a saint

My father cut the grass too much
And ran to clear his mind
Until the echoes of the Angelus
Beseeched him to unwind

My brother lined his time with books
He tore through Willard Price
And towed me just behind him
Through the fronds of paradise

Marauding hornets launched their raids
From castles in the attic
While Stanley mined for longwave gold
From seams deep in the static

And all the while
My granny kept her patience in the shade
Her deck of cards adorned with birds
Their feathers slightly frayed

The swallows scythed through open skies
Back home where they belonged
And like Narcissus, swooped from height
To kiss the surface of the pond

The wasps built paper palaces
The geckos froze on sight
And midwife toads woke from their doze
To tune up for the night

As daytime took its leave
We sought out satellites and stars
Then lay in quiet contemplation
Watching Venus waltz with Mars

I remember cowboys’ breakfasts
With my father by the lake
Freewheeling with the moon roof open
For freewheeling's sake

We wore our bike tyres paper thin
Climbed castle walls unseen
Dived into lakes to race for ducks
And ruled the world at just thirteen

We fashioned bows and arrows
From the saplings in the wood
Sprung ambushes from chestnut shade
And fell dead where we stood

We roamed the dust-filled houses
On the back streets off the square
An ageless band of soldiers
Feigning death without a care

We raced around the wood yard
Sometimes scuffled in the dust
We traded glances with the neighbours' girls
And felt the nascent tug of lust

We sought out mischief in the hills
Stole naughtily from shelves
Smoked roll-ups in a Dutch girl's car
Unclipped our wings and helped ourselves

A beautiful girl

Pleasingly and teasingly
Naughtily and saucily
Wooingly and cooingly
Playfully and seductively

Puts her clothes back on

Gather us in the spotlight.
Let them feel the heat of twilight
Let soothing music tickle your ears
Slowly touch your back with my fingers

Look at me in the eyes
You avoided me with a twist
Pulled you back; holding your wrist
I see you biting your red lips.

You naughtily swing your leg up in my thigh.
I lean forward and did the close embrace.
You pulled my hair and your grin is so sly.
Quickly stepping away; closely followed your trace

Trust me I said while cocking your eyes from mine.
Patiently checking how my heart is defined
as we sweep our toes, circling the great hall.
With every step, I could feel your heart is about to fall.

We are more confident with faster and longer strides.
We caressed and wrapped ourselves with our bodies and such.
I carried you around and tossed but we never lose touch.
Never get tired for our tango, our love and our pride.

And t'ere I stood, still as a statue,
fascinated more, and againeth -- at th' light
t'at streamed naughtily from th' sea of
thy eyes -- which t'is time resembled t'ose vivid rays
of th' harvest moon. My love, my love! Come to me
but once more, so t'at I could cherish thee,
tenderly and warmingly,
in my arms.

It's apparently an oddity
A strange thought to be
Capable of flight - of mental invincibility
Life awarded to those 'fortunate' enough to win the lottery.

Put down the mental shotty
Imagining brains displayed sloppily
Doing things naughtily
Sickening debauchery.

With your eyes, can you see?
Or still blinded by your hate-filled ideology?
Imaginary substances manifesting at your fingertips, illogically?
Swinging, pulling, pushing, prodding, don't you miss your family?

Pleading cries, misty eyes just push you into ecstasy
Dear God, just get away from me
Hard to believe we're of the same blood, house stench of rotten memories
Same blood you want to spill. Indefinitely.

I think mother is starting to burn, put her in the oven lovingly?
Water over flowing, brother drowning - turned the faucet peacefully?
Little Kacey's stomach not pumping, smothering with a sense of superiority?
You belong in a mental institute, just get the hell away from me!

You killed my brother, took my mother, murdered my sister happily
Killing me next will give you a feeling truly satisfactory!
Father isn't your name, you're a mother ******* demon, knowingly!
No, it's too late. Nothing can save me now, God has abandoned me surely.

You satisfied yet, you ******* sicko? For you, this is mandatory
We were once a happy family, father and son, but this is the end of the story.
A comedy, drama, horror. The story became a tragedy.
It just ***** that this couldn't end fantastically...

I was feeling proud,
that at last, I got a chance to follow the crowd!

Since it were the initial days of my college,
I was in a hurry to get some knowledge!

As it was a good season to make new friends,
I made majority of them to turn towards my end!

Out of those there were many friends,
who belongs to both the society ends!

As the days passed by , there were no new things,
but one day I saw a girl , who made my heart to feel something something!

That something forced me to attend college most often,
as I was innocent, to talk to her I couldn't make any situation!

Like this , I completed my college education,
but still now every morning , I think, why I couldn't make any situation?

Now  I see many girls in my life,
but that something feelings is not alike!

In future, if I get a chance to meet her,
I promise u, I will naughtily say " will u be my engine gear "!

Never in your life has a nightmare
been as **** as this -
the hag that had once repulsed you, now preens,
rubs her *******, blows you a kiss.

["Hiya sweetie..."]

Oh, she grins and giggles
removes her mouth and opens up a rotted carcass;
moth-eaten rags hanging off
her bony chest that's puerile and heartless,

dancing in pools of stagnating, coruscant blood,
stroking the tender fabric of your deepest frights -
arching her back, licking her lips,
she rips holes in her legs beneath sultry velvet tights,

******* clad, her old sagging skin
waxy and sick,
whacking her *** naughtily

[Slap! Slap!]

as she gives you a cheeky lil' wink -

#FLASH#

you're wide awake, stiff upright
sweaty and cold -
desperately trying to get to grips, but knowing

[too little, too late]

that to the darkness your soul is
forever sold.

To wake a bit earlier
to see you a bit longer
when the daytime seems shorter
and the night wants forever

I count but lose track in the
bric a brac thoughts
of the number of ways that
our love grows.

She brings me back to the heart of things
where every one of her days brings me so
much joy,

If happiness is a game of chess
then she is the Queen .

I retire with dignity
to
play a bit
naughtily
after inviting her in
to the castle.

She is dangerous
with the deepest
conceit,
smiling naughtily
in my dreams,
as she laughs
“I would ****
with me
if I were you.”

I agree.
Chasing her rainbow dress
across the cold froth
that rushes the sandy beach,
longing for the treasure
that lies somewhere underneath
her pink *******
that the wind keeps
flashing me.