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Saturday, September 22, 2012

slip and slide



wet outside,
wet inside 
and
wet all around.
enraptured
by warm sensations
flooding past
desire upon desire
as we twist and slosh
through 
the indulgent sighs
of our lust.
alternating 
grips and groans
while fever pitch
insanity
plays
hide and seek
with dueling libidos.
hard meets soft
in a tango
of pink and red
designed 
to deliver 
quivers 
down ecstatic endings
which explode
in 
premature yet precise
trickles
of therapeutic
thunder.
"you must be this tall."
salty and sweet
is the fruit
we produce.
we have captured 
the essence
of the sea
and laid our souls bare
beneath the waves of wonderment.



Saturday, September 15, 2012

the watcher



the word 
came swift 
and sure.
cutting like a knife,
leaving 
in it's wake
a trail like no other.
sweeping devastation
which sat 
upon his shoulders
and feasted upon his dreams.
surely 
this was a nightmare
engulfed by insanity,
regurgitated 
in disbelief
and finally embraced
through countless shots of jack.
faded and worn
ghosts,
times come and gone
that linger
on lips 
that should have done better.
growing hatred
seething 
with the intensity
only shared by blood.
nothingness
mired in the consequences
of laughter and smiles
taken for granted.
the smell of grass
on a crisp summer's eve
whisking
through the cobwebs
donned
by middle aged regret
yet fanned 
by the solace
of a few final moments.
longing 
for the crack of the bat,
the feel of pigskin
and covered eyes
that ended with tickles.
tick,tock
goes the days
and bittersweet existence 
is no more.
the waiting is over,
the pain is lifted.
rounding the diamond...
home 
is but a million light years
away,
even though
it felt like yesterday.





Saturday, September 1, 2012

the curious case of tantric taste buds



carefully selected
and chosen
for the sole purpose
of oral satisfaction,
a choice 
made in heaven.
succulent,
juicy,
an absolute delight 
for the senses.
she made sure
that her fingers
gently kneaded
and rubbed 
life
into the limp member.
the appearance
of silky red
ran across
plump kissers
and she imagined 
how good 
it would be
in her mouth.
FLIP!
an encounter 
with the other side
caused a moan
of satisfaction
and anticipation.
it would be 
at least half an hour
before they start their dance
into blissful
indulgence.
she waited
with bated breath
and tossed salad
in the meantime.
low and slow
led to finger licking
as burnt brown 
sugar
enters the realm
of no return.
slurps
and burps
tell a tale 
encased 
in salivating enjoyment.

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