can you see me, papa?

are you watching me?
can you 
see the way
i walk 
and stand,
telling others
that you 
are my beginning?
i can still see those hands...
wringing and gripping,
as you pondered
over things,
that would
become my concern,
later in life.
i can still hear
your laughter,
when
 i watch
the same things
we watched
when i was knee high.
yet now it comes 
from  deep within my soul.
a booming, riotous
imitation
which sometimes
brings tears
to my eyes.
we never
went fishing,
tossed a ball around,
or even
shared a drink
as men...
all the things
that 
fathers and sons
attempt 
to experience.
yet what you did give
was
a lifetime of learning
and fond memories
that i still cherish
eternally.
can you see me papa?
am i the man 
you wanted me to be?
sometimes,
i wring my hands too,
and wish,
with all my heart
i could see you
nod your head
in approval...

oreo fantasy #69

sweet and delicate

a fruit 

which beckons 

to me

spurring pangs 

of want.

yet in my wildest 

moments

i dare not mention

the tasty temptations

that have become

a sultry staple

in my quest

for satisfaction.

black & white

rendezvous

as we twist and turn,

pulling sheets,

exploring

nooks and crannies

that burn 

with the intensity

borne from our greed.

though in honesty,

the cause is

extreme 

and 

simplistic.

a touch,

the mere scent

of  honey and vanilla

translates

to the most basic

urges

and the satiation 

factor

dims all logic.

lost in the swell

only to be

drowned

as a return 

to normalcy

is feeble.

placing a premium

on fine detail,

the odds are perfect

for a tantalizing

romp

through dark fantasies

while libidos

play catch and kiss

with 

cream drenched 

dreams of chocolate delight.

nectar infused wetness,

being suckled

from

 goddess bred thighs.

a black moon rises,

in the twilight of passion

and the vision 

is alive.

a work of art,

nay a masterpiece

set in eternity...

for nothing else 

could be as complete.

urban siren

she knows

the power of the tongue

and uses it well.

driving them insane,

with swerves

and curves

that tickle their

fancies,

her wishes

become the demands

that wreak havoc

with felines 

and canines.

they look down,

as she works her magic,

casting wicked spells

that cause

spills and chills.

uncontrollable gyrations

and palpitations

randomly seize 

cranial 

objectivity

and douse the dreaded

beast

with slippery slurps

and butterfly kisses

that usurp

all rationale

through

unbound ecstasy.

candy licker, 

extraordinaire,

her skills

are renowned,

 setting the standard

everywhere.

yet her golden throat

and enticing smiles

can not hide

the inky blackness

which engulfs

her heart

as she devours

the souls

of her lovers.

a temptress

longing for love

yet finding only takers

who see nothing

more than the entrance

to satisfaction...

she drowns her headaches

in hen

and once again begins

her descent

to remain the best.

night of the suck face

a blood lust

nay

mental extortion,

engulfs 

the only iota

of  resistance

i have left to claim.

from the moment

you were allowed 

to sashay

within my walls,

built by the need

for sanctuary,

we have become

a feuding

enigma

of freudian fantasy

and lurid lust.

we churn

in an embattled 

reality,

laden with conflicted

thirsts and desires, 

that stabs

with unyielding

ferocity.

yet i come back,

i return,

i come back

to the familiar pain

which has become 

a beacon 

for my sordid need.

remaining a slave

to your hunger

has turned my vision

into a blur,

my tomorrows

into hopelessness

and feeble attempts

at escape.

i lie to myself

and yearn,

uncontrollably,

for the insanity

 which gives comfort.

drain the humanity

i've come to loathe

and make me 

a bottom feeder

like you.

dance of the platonic playmates

electromagnetic
tendencies
of the flesh
have pulled us
into this cacophony
which we call
release.
heavy breathing,
sighs on the up beat,
strokes on the down,
while trails
salty and hot
run
rampant
over cucumber melon
and musk.
a tantalizing mixture
that sends
shock waves,
tinged with longing,
to nerve endings
pounding with desire.
a caress,
a kiss,
tongues dancing
under 
the pale moonlight
as we tumble
to and fro.
in rhythm, rhythm
and your back arches
to signal
the arrival
of oceanic riptides
that tear caverns
of pleasure.
skin pulsating
from the beat
caused by racing hearts...
silent cries
that echo 
the return
of another crescendo.
fleeting moments
filled with tastes
so coveted and assured.
we feed the hunger
and dine on remnants
of lustful yearnings
as the night
consumes us.

cowgirl dreams

cold heat

in the middle 

of the first thirty.

an awakening

forged by desire

and consummated

in the sighs

of pleasure

mingled 

with groans 

of delight.

slithering tongues

which capture the aroma

contained

in burning ecstasy.

wet friction 

hugs hardened steel

as soft kisses

tingle the spot

and a return to rest

is no longer an option.

hands roam,

skin ignites

under the guise

of torrid pumps

and lips part

in anticipation...

the shakes

travel in pairs

producing arched backs

and damp moans

that propel

the need.

gyrating,

pulsating

in time to the tick,

tick

countdown 

before injection

is trumped 

by erotic tidal waves.

she winds

like a calypso dancer

to pull forth

the army of white

which beats

to the music 

buried in their rhythm.

heavy breathing

signals the arrival

they've been expecting

and mounds 

of delight

collapse in exhaustion

upon his chest.

salty sheets

tell a wicked tale

which ends to soon

for both.

poetry of the sullen dance

the words

came seldom,

as of late,

and we seemed to drift 

apart.

seeing each other 

became a chore

and all we did 

was bicker 

about things

that didn't amount

to 

a hill of legumes.

the sparkle faded...

you said 

the world

had made you tired

and rest was the key.

i decided

it was all an elaborate

scam

to pull out

 those emotions

locked deep beneath

the caverns

of caring

in my heart.

that powerful smile

turned silent...

you talked 

children,

past loves,

making amends 

for the wrongs 

doled out.

you saw her...

a vision of the one 

who sacrificed 

so that life

would be complete.

it was time

to fly.

so as the soil

fell from my hand

and words 

were suddenly found,

it was to late.

now 

the arguments,

disagreements

and

lazy words

stare at me

like hanging darts.

because 

my stubborn mind

refuses to accept

i'm alone.

rendezvous

the beat 

of the bass

bumps.

baby, 

it's cold outside

but warm inside

and fingers slide

along curves

which sing 

the desire of the night.

wine and candlelight

whisper

directions

that direct tongues,

lips

into dizzy trips

that end up 

tasting hips

and emotions

flip.

 thoughts

of satin sheets

lie in wait

as hands roam 

like drunken sailors

inhaling

every sensuous moment.

breathing

at a frenzied pace,

predestined visions

of pearl and lace,

while kisses 

leave trails of heat

on sweaty soft skin.

a devious moan

creates

 the warmth

that we both crave.

vanilla wetness

arrives...

carousel motion

carries us 

towards an explosion

that mounts,

from your mounting,

fueled 

by impulsive giggles

and fetish nibbles

that drown our sensibilities.

we ride the wave

of cream filling

and ease our way

down from

heaven.

his deja vu wrinkle defined

she 

waltzed 

into my life 

bearing the intensity

contained

in a new born zephyr...

yet her smile 

bore a tale 

which we both knew 

was full

of deception.

she laid her head 

upon my breast

and seduced me

with stories 

unchained

in their ability

to wrap me in her cloak

of density.

lips, 

so sweet 

and tantalizing,

whispering details

that my soul

has yearned to decipher.

a kiss on the neck,

a caress 

of my desire,

has turned me 

into the slave she sought.

heated exchanges

as she exaggerates,

so perfectly and true,

and all i seek

is more of her succulent

encounters.

wrapped in her arms,

the visions 

i receive

are nothing short

of nirvana.

they stretch forth 

 filling my emptiness

with spectacular

promises

that could never be.

nevertheless

each day,

each night,

i long for the horrific

instability

that she showers.

now the days grow short

and her time 

has drawn nigh.

she has become 

a picture of dorian

in all it's gray splendor...

and the love we had

wanes.

her beauty,

once that of an innocent 

child,

now disgusts me.

her grip 

has loosened

and i kill 

the memory of her

with

ale and spirits.

away she floats,

soon to be replaced

with another lie.

in the blink of a moment

the air was crisp and cool,

not unlike

 any other sleepy morning...

until finality slithered in.

our days,

 filled with endless

orders and demands

that don't amount 

to a hill of beans,

useless paperwork

which flows like water,

came to an abrupt halt.

we listened...

the essence of evil

had entered 

sandy's womb 

and snatched 

our children away.

she knew not 

of his coming

and opened herself

to the vile deed 

which ripped hearts

and shredded belief.

her souls 

cried out for mercy

and sang false hymns 

to shield angels 

from the fury

contained 

in a demonic wasteland.

sadistic eyes stared,

from an empty shell, 

before darkness 

consumed those

that fell

and the blood

of innocence

cried out to the heavens,

"why have thou forsaken us?"

concerning that day

and hour

we know not...

yet the mind of a madman

sealed fate,

delivering a personal hell

and memories 

frozen in time.

can you hear them?

they weep.

long wails that rise

as wisps of smoke.

they yearn for the sound

of yesterday's promises

and a warm hug.

the thundering disciplinary voice's 

and the comforting laughter

of friends...

gone in an instant.

they are no more,

still they are.

they belonged to newtown

yet they are ours

in spirit.

the tiny reminders

that life is precious

and we need look no further

than those we have been blessed with.

as you gather in the days to come,

remember them.

hear their giggles

on the cool breeze

and lift them gently in prayer.

know that the delusion

contained at the end of a barrel

meant nothing.

what he saw as death

was the beginning

of compassion 

and understanding

forever.