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Saturday, June 30, 2012

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,
how could it be done
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 
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.
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.

Saturday, June 23, 2012


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
while we collapse
and gently come down
from the euphoria
that we just captured
in a jar.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

a new york minute

like a piston churning,
beneath the rhythmic streets, 
and her sticky treat
gobbles the head
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 
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.
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.

Saturday, June 9, 2012


the sounds
that travel 
from the underground
move me
with the expertise 
of a surgeon in heat.
up and around,
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
beckon to my wooden 
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
aye yai yai
the navy seamen 
explode in angry waves...
thankful for their
by your orders.
running down the corners,
you lick the soldiers
from a pomegranate
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.