return of the pieman

simple simon

once told me,

in a dream,

the easiest way

to eat a pie

is to dive in

with no remorse 

or forethought.

i shook my head in dismay

as i wondered,

aloud,

how could it be done

properly

if approached that way?

but simple boy that he was,

i kicked him out of my memories

and set adrift

on blissful rumination

of how to jar

a sensual sensation

from the center 

of your soul.

so i turned you over gently

and spread heaven's gates.

you moaned and stirred

then bent your knees~

i fancied it absurd

that you may be awake

and she wanted the same.

personality number two

looked back at me

with lips

glazed in sweetness.

a pie so undeniably 

delicious 

and drenched 

in creamy goodness...

her mantra of  the moment

pulled my taste buds

into the softness

with muffled delight.

you squirmed and sighed

as sounds of simple simon

echoed and cried

and i realized

i had done his bidding.

face first 

with none other than your climax

driving my urge,

i devoured the sticky strudel.

your back arched

as mountains

shook like jelly.

down,down,down

came more filling

while thighs

embraced me 

with warm greetings.

i tasted the wares

and you were aware

of the warm frosting

beneath my nose. 

the only thing necessary

from one so fair.

f.d.a.u

i say 

got dam what a rush!

leaning back

taking in sensations

from friday night libations 

while visions 

of bouncing round  

tickle my retinas

under the cover of night.

moonbeams cast sneaky shadows

and the sounds 

of street life

pour in 

through slightly opened windows.

the purr 

of perfection

from your kitty 

licks my magic wand

and we dance beyond

the highest of highs

on a journey

to the little death.

we seek it,

desire it

and provoke

 the sticky goodness

that will overtake us

to ram our heads 

into the sweet shivers

that it shall bring.

gymnastic flow

as we challenge each other

and settle 

on the pace

that will usher in

the beginning of ecstasy.

you and me

are free to be

yet we choose to be

stroke for stroke

while my dog 

chases your cat...

baby use that sacroiliac

and push the ass back

so i can

do a bill cosby

while you jiggle and wiggle.

as the intensity increases

our speed decreases

and i grip

while you gobble

the very essence

which flows in white.

it spray paints 

your pink cashmere~

so soft,strong and light.

tremors and shakes

abound

while we collapse

and gently come down

from the euphoria

that we just captured

in a jar.

a new york minute

heartbeat,

like a piston churning,

beneath the rhythmic streets, 

and her sticky treat

gobbles the head

like,"mmmm".

a one,

a two hoo,

baby girl knows what to do.

her mind is on the clock

while his stroke

is on the take.

a clandestine meeting

under the bridge

at 59th...

a classic structure

that silhouetted 

her modern silhouette

and made the cabbage

in his jeans

lean towards 

her prada and stilettos.

the escalade is rockin',

her breasts are furiously knockin'

while the night air

inhales the drama

of their sordid pleasure.

foot over the arm rest,

his best angle

to see 

gigantic nipples 

on such a firm d chest.

his thrusts are steady and long

as he pulls aside her thong

while the 

"pop,snap,chew"

of her gum

ushers her desire 

for him to be through.

but fifty presidents

have something to filibuster.

he huffs and puffs

putting his back 

into it.

finally,

with an oscar type 

purr and moan,

she slides the juicy

into a perfect position

for him to see...

mission possible.

as he shoves into temporary bliss,

she calculates 

her share

of the night's delights.

downtown

the sounds

that travel 

from the underground

move me

with the expertise 

of a surgeon in heat.

up and around,

shifting 

in mid flight,

an all we can eat buffet

of lemon sorbet

and sausage a la mode.

i can show you

how that kitty works

but first

you've made it 

your prime directive

to make me release 

the men in white.

so i lay back

and relax

while the honey drips

from lips 

that cause 

the swivel of hips

and i glimpse

an enormous eclipse

as you work

from the dominant position.

wet and sticky

hello's

beckon to my wooden 

comrade

but i hold out 

for the chance 

to see you swallow

my pride.

engine,engine 69

i tense 

as your technique

reigns sublime.

they come,

they scream towards 

the third eye

and 

aye yai yai

the navy seamen 

explode in angry waves...

thankful for their

emancipation

by your orders.

running down the corners,

you lick the soldiers

from a pomegranate

pout

and plant a kiss

on my head. 

we slide into slumber

as the sounds 

of lightening and thunder

remind us

of the subway ride

we have to finish.