Love Nest

Aloft in the nook of her window,
The cat-shaped musings dance eerily on the walls
Feline representations of lust and love
Heeere, pussy, pussy, pussy…
A slight flick of the wrist, a twist of the waist
A kiss blown beyond the cheek, into the loins
A bend and snap, or the pull of a glove
Sway dears, again and again, those hips
Make the succubus green with envy
As she eagerly watches the passersby,
Thighs aching, wings waning, heart pounding
She craves the undying soul of her lover,
Inhaling every scent, tasting every sweetness
Forgetting the misfortune of the chaste
In the dimly lit hall of eros, she calls home.

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Bunny 🐇

Deer in headlights,
Sublime emanations and elevations
Poet pierced earnestly
By an artist’s flair
For the unknown and the unusual.
A rabbit in a hole,
Ready to eat your secret garden.
Shhhhh…

Weight

On supported grounds we lose our footing
Angling and dangling towards the unknown
Waters below blue and black
Like bruises we can’t quite place.
Temptations to hold hands,
Reassuringly embrace; pull her back to safety.
Resistance of time, and love.
There is no momentum when gears stick
Just a simple necessity of lubrication
Risk, develop, shine.
Properly oiled machines
Weight of the world on our shoulders.
Mechanical creatures,
Powerful feats of engineering,
No longer Puppets, always Puppeteers.
Dance, cry, love, fuck
Never devoid of choice.
Elements in our grasp forming a whole
Living, breathing, dying.
Bearings.
Find, Use
Or Fall.

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Dreams

Occasionally when floating on my boat of dreams,
I become aware of the nebulous sea of regret rippling under my vessel.
Am I living in a constant state of denial,
Or am I simply appreciative of better times?

Occasionally my smile crisps itself into a stone line,
And my thoughts race back to another side of my mortal reality.
Am I just another memory to one of my memories,
Or am I flesh and bone that can be touched?

Occasionally I hear the pitter patter of the rain on a tin roof,
And it brings me back to a long ago place I once knew.
Am I sure the sensory appreciation is real,
Or am I simply a projection of a non-existent former self?

Occasionally I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
And it seeps down into my hidden soul.
Am I truly awake and aware of my existence,
Or am I merely dreaming…


Poem written in 2015.

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Breakfast is served

Eat me

Drink me

Smell me

Savour me

Devour my every particle

Integrate me into your universe

So I can be your star and your satellite

Tickle me

Lick me

Finger me

Fuck me

So I can overflow

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Babes & Beaches

to

behold

azure waters

mending with skies

temperatures rising still

burnt orange palettes

a tropical enclave

of sensuality

and sex

here

women

frolic in the

waters bare breasted

nipples hardened by thoughts

of erect members diving

head first into their

sacred gardens

of bodily

desire

to

behold

such a site

would make a

grown man cry tears

of joy knowing he’s unworthy

of witnessing such magic

for it is only women

that may partake

in this ritual of

love and

sex

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Letter from my lover – S

You are mine now.

Mine to cherish, and to embrace. To envelope.
To kiss. And to touch.
Mine to love.

Mine to lick. And to fuck.
To penetrate. To fill.
Mine to take. Now. Again. Once more.
Always once more.

You are mine to behold. Mine to ponder.
Mine to taste, and to consume.
Mine to ache for. To long for. To lust after.

You are mine now to love.

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