and on the 6th day

ladies 

and 

gentlemen!

carnival barker

back door libido cries out

to hark her

desire for the morning wood.

the scintillating escapades

waiting to be borne

as coffee perks,

he slowly jerks

and the dog yawns 

in the corner.

a hint of gray

peeks through 

half open blinds

but the day ahead

is farthest from their minds

since five 

have been laid to rest.

java

jolts their resolution

so the only solution

is to climb 

back into bed,

indulge in simultaneous head

until the rooster crows

and the kitty knows

that a wet spot

is not far behind.

so the day's start

is put on hold 

as bodies writhe 

to heights untold.

canine injection

comes 

with sighs of affection...

she can feel it,

he can feel it

but can they deal with

the mounting eruption

that lies ahead?

she tells him to hurry

as the moans begin

and he thrusts again

sending jolts of pleasure

through her brain.

joe gets spilled

but the heat can't compare

to the cream filling

she ingested.

on the ave

bright lights,

big city.

she was promised 

the time

of her life

and the call had come through.

just a getaway

for the girls...

neon hues

burning

 in pastels and flats

streaming in waves

as the stretch

glided slowly

and effortlessly.

chilled champagne

with 

soft music while in the middle lane,

set the tone

for the night's activities.

something naughty,

with devious proclivities,

destined

to make her swoon

under the pale

 full moon.

the line had never been crossed

yet this was the moment 

she'd heard so much about.

she would be had

and in an instant

be glad 

they chose to indulge.

stop,glide,stop

and into the car

someone did hop,

ready to make the encounter

a delicious memory

for any to see.

lips kissed lips

and sugar coated lips

found lips

as the director

smiled with glee.

contacted earlier,

he knew this was a place

he'd love to be.

undulating passions

colored by a pulsating beat...

fingers, tongues, hands

all working 

to soothe the rampant heat

from deep within.

the pulse of the city goes on.

yet the heartbeat

of friendship

has taken a skydive 

into lust's lair.

in a shiny black banger

they bang

like wet scissors 

until throaty moans escape

and hungry 

mouths

nibble needy necks nape.

the sound of silence

sings like fire

and the deed is done.

they are no longer two

but one.

the pulse of the city goes on...

accompanied 

by the sighs

of a promise well kept.

beep, beep.

waterfalls

she looked at him

with fire in her eyes.

not the red devil

flame 

showcasing 

timid ordinary lust,

but a blistering blue

that seared 

the inner edges

of his want.

she straddled 

with a skill

learned from years 

in the making.

this moment 

would shatter his libido

and even though

he was used to her flow

there'd be no out,

nowhere for him to go.

the plan was daring...

but not so much

as the night 

they considered sharing.

inch by inch

she took him in

savoring the girth

while he moaned,

for all it was worth.

a nice steady pace to start the show

then a slow shift 

into turbo

and away she goes.

pumping and grinding

like a hydraulic jack

but paying close attention

to the sensitivity

of his sack.

follow the bouncing balls

to the sugary walls

which clench and drench

with hot magma

that sprays like water

as he holds her by the waist.

an arched back

and sighs that pierce

like musical daggers,

bring down more

of the creamy elixir

they had been chasing.

a steady stream 

 soaks the bed

as she slowly climbs down

to use her head.

she had always wanted to do it

and he said there was nothing to it.

this time

she had taken 

her time 

because the other times

just weren't 

the right time.

she was in control

and that made the difference.

looking up at him,

she smiled

and used her tongue.

there would now 

be more encounters like this

and they can all end

in soaking bliss.

wax and weltz

they said it was fine

and very appropriate. 

to do so was an honor... 

i like to watch. 

so the evening routine

was replaced  

by cries of painful passion 

as i sipped my cognac
  with feet elevated. 

the ceremony was short and sweet 

strawberries and chocolate 

placed on a platter, 

for me to eat. 

i looked on 

as blood bonded 

and emotions soared. 

her curvaceous thickness 

would never leave one bored. 

then the attack, 

fast and furious. 

with swift desire, 

he did toss her supple frame 

onto the mattress 

for the start of blissful hell. 

with lights dim and her assets bare, 

he began to lick and suck each cheek 

as if i weren't there. 

her moans of pleasure 

seeped past the rubber ball 

and i did desire, 

wanted to inquire, 

as the need in me 

built to a raging fire, 

if it were possible
  to experience a taste. 

but i said 

i just like to watch 

in haste. 

the blackness
  of collar and cuff 

against their shades of brown 

sent waves crashing through my mind. 

the flicker, 

caused by candle in hand, 

changed the shadows 

and pulled a long purr 

from deep within her soul. 

red heat ran rampant
  over her ass and back 

while he positioned himself 

and slid in with skillful knack. 

he thrust with a fervor 

that shook her bottom
  with each stroke. 

she grabbed the sheets 

and matched his rhythm, 

he poured more wax
like hot scarlet jism. 

the candle burned out, 

unlike their lust. 

he laid the tarnished taper aside 

and gave her round brown 
  a solid whack. 

she yelped  
letting out a series of sighs 

as sugar and cream
  oozed down her thighs. 

i wondered 

if she could see me
  through the blindfold she wore. 

 would she see my naughty grin 

harboring the devious desire 

of wanting to see this again. 

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.

bounce

birthday boy

was in for the time

of his score and five 

years.

the office 

was just a speed bump.

the real work

was about to go down

with the assistance

of decadent delights

designed 

by those he trusted.

neon hot,

the sweat dripped 

and hands were wrung

in nervous anticipation.

his cherry 

was about to explode.

popped tops

on bottles of ciroc

flowed endlessly

until the main event...

dimmed lights

screamed her arrival

and she strutted

like the prized stallion of yore.

her intro blasted

with bass beats

and delicate

sweetening

that made the eyes roam,

men's mouths foam

and women moan

because they wanted her too.

she owned the stage

as every curve

and dip of her 

mocha honey

made the lookers

toss that money...

and it rained 

as she reigned.

"git.git,git,git,

git on the dance floor!"

he had never seen 

a sexy girl like her

and roger agreed

ooh-ooh-wee.

he watched 

as she swayed her hips

jumped on the pole

and puckered her lips

to blow a kiss

only for him.

tag team...

she couldn't be touched

so a deal was made.

two girls were paid

and dance on his lap

they did

until he jerked and jizzed.

ooh-ooh-wee!

she leaned over, 

licked the pole

and sashayed

off

into a fade to black

as her assets

thanked him

for coming.

automatic

she waited 

until the fire in her belly

roared with unimaginable anger.

this habit he had

of toying 

with the flame

had to end.

midday phone calls,

while he inquired 

about the details, 

that would 

send shivers 

along the base of her spine.

the sounds of business as usual

in the background

while he waxed the wood

and listened 

to her moan in stereo.

a quick promise

would lead to fantastic

fantasies

drenched in indescribable

tendencies

that she dare not change...

because she likes it.

the minute hand

would pull the hour hand

and the delay

always seemed to land

her in need.

speed cop, nurse.

this time paris 

would set the scene 

as he walked in.

but nevermore

kissed her psyche

once more,

pushing the desire for touch

through the roof.

soft egyptian

cradled her thighs,

she closed her eyes

and entered the region

traveled by shakes and quakes.

all at once

her back arches 

like the golden copy

and she is served...

thick and juicy.

ding-dong,ding-dong

her noble steed arrives

but she has started without riding him.

but that will be rectified

when he sees

the invitation

she wears.

minuet in g major

she felt 

the look in his eyes.

it burned with a scalding

ache

that pierced her soul

and created 

mountains

that needed to be climbed.

the dinner

was just formality

for what she had wanted

since he arrived late.

her agenda matched his

so the check was agreed upon.

lady cab driver

peering

and smiling,

as the night glides by.

sensation starts 

in the yellow lane

and spills onto the street

as jackson 

needs no change.

it pours.

there's something sexy

about rain...

so the front stoop

beckons

to the beat

of no refrain.

hand up skirt,

finding soft and wet

while the heavens release

drip,drip~

she proceeds with no regret.

the neighbors are watching,

from the building next door

but their lust is in control

he doesn't care anymore.

her lips part

as his tongue

finds 

sweet release.

lower the search goes

until lips meet lips.

horizontal and vertical

foursome

unite in a hurricane of frenetic

want.

soaking in the residue

of the dastardly deed,

they collapse exhausted

while raindrops

wash away

any remaining guilt.

tangled tan

sweat,

so wet and piston hot,

dripping profusely

from the tip

of your nose 

as you work

the pole.

you dance like a tigress

in the throws

and purr

like a kitten

that knows

her moment of truth

is just around the bend.

lift it up 

and slide it down

that ass

is a work of art

so round and brown.

the heat 

we generate

is a check it

and see

gauge...

one hundred and three

and rising

as we change

and you look back

at me.

i smack the bread

and watch it jiggle,

watch it wiggle

but this ain't

jell-o

as we finagle

the next round of brazilians.

the arch of your back

calls out to me

and i answer

with saturated

redness

that inhales

salty sweetness.

i listen to satisfaction

escape

pomegranate lips

and land 

on the psyche

of my voracity.

you tumble down

and soon

i'm following after.

surrogate sensations

voices,

loud and wild,

drove her from the shadow

of safety

and into the welcoming 

night.

anger was the catalyst

but pain 

would be the ignition

for her desires.

she drove

with furious speed

throwing wind 

into the face of caution,

racing 

to do the daring deed

that would calm her nerves

once more.

she fell

into arms

soft and sweet...

laced with the perfume

of times past,

they explored.

vertical and horizontal

lips

meet in a wet embrace

that sends chills,

warm and moist,

through pleasure peaks

firm with anticipation.

her tender tongue

teased a need

for total

tantalization.

faster and faster,

pussycat

flutters 

lady in the boat

while torrid scenes

pull sighs

from their throats.

she must forget,

she must not regret

the reason

her climax explodes

before womanly eyes

leaving salty trails

on creamy thighs.

gin and juice

dulls the senses

yet the reason she came

was to come

and that she did.

but naked laments 

fill their souls

as the reason for the

encounter

remains the same.

allegra

she peered

into the desires 

languishing

at the base of my

fantasies

and tiptoed 

through their confusion.

my wish

was her every command...

borne of

pubescent fire

that burned incessantly 

in the recesses 

that i hold true.

her hands,

firm but gentle,

searched my temple 

for signs of arousal

that would 

signal the need for release.

lips of red

trailing

the wooden monster

that her presence

had created.

throbbing and hot,

her upper valley

eased 

onto member maniacal

throwing order

to the wind

and ushered in

the dawn of pleasure.

she did the apple dance

as my will to withhold

diminished

and turned to ash

under her enchantment.

i felt the sweet

approach of soldiers

as her softness

sent chills

through heated flesh.

i lurched forward

as the men in white

mounted a charge...

and she

straddled

with wetness

to heed the advance.

with back arched

and twins in motion,

we sing a song

of completion

as she 

wisps away,

leaving me 

drained yet fulfilled.

cat had the tongue

cotton candy

called out to me,

in sensuous tones 

that spoke

to the 

madness

which was my desire

for her.

from finely manicured

toes 

my hunger arose

in waves~ 

that pulled my need

closer 

to the boiling point

while upward mobility

directs me.

slowly inhaling

the delicacy

which lay before me,

pink heat

ingested

sweet sweat

with a hint 

of sin.

hands grip

in a show 

of lustful solidarity

daring us to defy

our perfect parity.

succulent lips,

sensitive and sublime,

played tag

with my chin

as thighs

welcomed the search

for misplaced orgasms...

midnight cries 

that sound more like sighs,

explode like thunder

bringing torrents

of cream

that flowed

as red hot

rivers.

wet lips

kiss wet lips

that just tasted

wet lips

and darkness swallowed

our passion.

we dined on slumber,

anticipating

what the morning

would reveal.

silk vesuvius in the morning

headache,

kissing temples 

of paper mache,

we roll over 

to the glare 

that blinds our weary

eyes.

you bounce up,

late for whatever,

and i remember

the glorious night

before...

at least my version.

round brown

staring back at me

as you jerk

your shirt

and curse 

the worst

words

to come from 

a mouth

so sensual.

you don

your specs,

sit on the edge~

my hands 

find that spot

you showed me

and i

beg,

through 

the manipulation

of your will,

for the bell to sound.

hot lips 

on creamy brown

induces memories

of straddled faces

and 

one,two,three

paces

which made you call out 

for more.

the arch in your back

signals to me

and i lay you down 

gently.

i lick 

the double essence

of eternity

and you moan,

while pushing me

lower.

toes point north

and i feel 

the approach

of pompeii

once more.

the eruption

pulls me in 

as wetness flows

over egyptian 300

and you

smile.

lucy on the loose

fast and furious

was the design for the night.

she saw him,

he saw her

and the locking of eyes 

was was all they needed

to enter the world of carnality.

his heavy bottom

laid the foundation

for fantasies 

she found 

locked in the dirty dingy

of her clean work week mind.

irish cars 

had been bombed

and they lingered in her head,

while she watched 

him thump like a rabbit.

the trip was fast 

and she had swerved a few times.

but the destination

was achieved.

a trail of designs

led to the love nest

and reverse love 

met mouths

gaping and ready 

for intensity to explode.

spinning,sinning

making the activities

a scintillating search

for that elusive

yet climactic 

scream 

that would sear their

souls.

the old man wasn't snoring

but the vulgarities

and wetness rained

in torrents 

as she rode his head.

the bumping of the bed

made children downstairs

giggle.

that made her ass wiggle

and she landed 

lengthwise 

in a hot heap...

she played his guitar

like it was hers.

somos uno

skin so succulent~

a rare delicacy.

mocha,caramel.vanilla bean

dancing

a brazing bachata

as the hunger grows

to unmentionable heights.

swish and sway,

my mind ruminates,

now to parlay,

this random meeting

of desires

into the emotional orgy

we all envision.

eyes meet,smiles entreat

and the scenario

is set.

drinks all around,

sensuality flows.

bacardi and hen,

her friend is my friend,

that friend is a friend

of us all

so we can do the deed.

wetness slurps 

wood

while moans of pleasure

ride faces

twisted in emotional bliss.

we slip and slide

on our sides

as the sound of sex

glides to the beat

laid down by our 

thump,thump

thump,thump.

hot sweat

drips onto lips

eager and moist.

bed springs cry out

while humps

turn to ecstasy galore.

a writhing tornado

made of taste and tongues...

daisy chain madness

takes us to a world of delight.

a quartet in transition,

we lay in spent splendor.

ready to play again.