schoolhouse blues in C

in the eatery

blood stained trees,

already dead from the process,

cry out

from the burden they bear.

pop,pop,pop

went the shots

of deranged youth gone wrong

and the beat

goes Sonny & Cher

as the harlot

feasts upon eternity.

insanity in bloom

is the norm now.

for whom

does the bell toll

when cut down in the prime

of a life

which will fade with time?

They drop like flies

as mamas cry.

 laughter tinged

observations

hum a sing,song tale

touting emotionless

hymns they've learned so well.

the tears stream,

from flesh of flesh

left behind 

to sink

what should not be.

screaming questions

drenched in an aftermath

that calls from souls lost

and futures hushed.

there is no search 

for rationale needed.

 only understanding

of the twain

which whispered 

words of death

to a tormented mind.

a sinister smile

from one so young...

while the ground mourns,

rivers flow

and the women weep.

tales of the conversion

last night 

entered his waking moment,

burning a new horizon

into sleep ladened

pupils.

arise and grind 

entered his mind

as the caramel coated princess

lay peacefully beside him.

trembling hands 

trace the beckoning call

that screams 

from the outline

of six by six~

supple and firm.

wet and hot,

 peaks of chocolate 

introduce themselves,

seductively,

to red desire

that sucks eagerly,

from vanilla steel,

trying to draw the life essence

which has never been  present.

their job is to please,

tease and squeeze

the arrogance

of pleasure

from loins 

hot and bothered.

silky moans of good morning

escape licked lips

which ooze

with the remnants

of the fifth days booze.

involuntary grinds

beneath sheets of satin

send messages 

to erotic centers

set for action.

she straddles

and situates 

anticipating satisfaction.

they dance  

in yin yang 

cookie dough

delight

as cream filling 

is injected into cream filling.

smiles all around...

round three 

will be one to remember.

midnight in the pajama grove

i knew the moment

she stepped from the shower~

smelling of jasmine 

and vanilla

that my night 

would be the candy coated

wish 

that plagued my mind

all week.

she climbed onto our chariot 

to wonderland

like a prized stallion.

her confidence

seeped forth

and covered my candy bar

with soft kisses, 

long licks

which i gobbled down

with eager eyes.

organ grinder

status

with a cup of me

the monkey's on the move

and her lips

create the music

i need to burst free...

steam heat,

i got it

you got it

skin tight algebra 

there's nothing like it.

a dance in the moonlight

is our claim 

to dastardly fame.

epidermal enchantment

empowered 

by ecstatic 

entertainment...

she looks at me with

eyes aflame.

now i have to prove

the flame 

we've kindled 

can burn~

salsa hot.

a song for nippy

can you see her?

close your eyes

and allow

the beautiful bright smile,

pony tails,

barrettes

to fade into view.

can you hear her

honing her craft~

until the tender age of eleven  

and that first solo 

with the church choir?

now imagine the voice 

of an angel~

set forth on gossamer 

wings of desire...

soaring through hearts

that pound syncopated beats

while the child of promise

delivers a message

to them all.

"i will be heard."

she shook the world

with a soprano gift

that captured the minds and souls

of all that drank

her musical sonnets.

yet with powerful 

and commanding

chords

to charm the senses,

her soul was solemn.

behind eyes of innocence

lurked the one frailty

we all endure...

loneliness.

where did her broken heart go

to find refuge?

was it able to fend off

the slings and stones

formed by the solitude

built over time?

was it able to defer the attacks

borne of insecurity

and misunderstanding?

all that's left,

is the memory 

of star spangled pageantry

and the hope of joy in the morning.

the slight child,

with voice so captivating...

now a flicker

on the horizon of yesterday.

sleep well dear princess

and awaken to harmonize

with those

that have arrived before you.

down by the river

side by side 

as the sounds 

of the muddy water slides

gracefully

outside the beat up pinto.

your thighs 

soft and supple,

chocolate truffle

is the flavor of your

lips~

soft and sweet.

moonbeams shimmer

off the surface of the brown 

midwest

and our hearts 

skip,skip,skip

like a rock 

tossed through havoc

across a surface

drenched

with the ripples

we cause in the fabric

that is our lust.

you kiss,

i nibble.

you moan

and whisper

"are we alone?"

yes my sweet

and the amazing feat

that must follow

is the sound of your sighs

mingled with groans

and backwards cries.

so as my tongue

traces your lower heaven,

you remind me

that it's way past eleven.

 you should have been home

in bed

with dreams of sticky orgasms

dancing through your head.

i smile~

krispy kreme on my face

and return

to the daring deed...

let me quicken the pace.

one,two,

mr. owl says,"hoo"

me?

no, you 

are the one 

with trembling legs...

and the water flows,

and the water knows.

daydream #69

curvaceous,

and no doubt delicious,

a butter pecan treat~

borne of fantasies

drenched in wet sex

a delicacy 

enticing and destined

for me to eat.

jade green and yellow

clinging to a road map

so smooth...

to peel it,taste it.

my eyes deliver a message

that tingles

the jungle in me,

the primate in me,

Heaven forbid

the naughtiness to be.

oh if it were just that

easy.

a clandestine meet and greet

in a smoke filled club.

the thump,thump,thump

of string bass

accentuating 

and fueling

the ka-thump,ka-thump

of desire in my chest.

red,red wine

setting the precedence

for our post midnight

orgy of the senses.

do dreams come true?

with time and patience 

and some common sense

to help make sense...

yes.

but your heart 

belongs to another.

now i must tantalize 

your soul.