hot rhythm
pulses my middle
heat kisses my begging thighs
lava tongue spinning salacious
rivers of lust along my woman valley and into the navel of my heart
Sex
in your eyes
dew sets on single flowers to brew a scent that will waken a sweet child like chaos in your eyes
just like our simultaneous pleasure propelled from the steepness of our throats
so do your eyes open like the flower to cast a honeyed gray net upon my will
while on your arms i walk alone afraid of wanting more of the white hot thrusts into my sinning soul
i have no shame or guilt or debt i give myself completely let your fingers lead me to the green mile of your eyes
let me serve as your last meal before you move on to the next
and when you’re done i’ll lick you clean i’m ready to be tossed unto the dying wind gambling that this time the pain will end forever
who’d a thought
is there such a thing as joy i don’t know what does the experience feel like is it velvety like your graying pubic hairs tickling my back does it taste like your Jack Daniel’s tongue with a Winston smokey chaser down my throat i want to say it looks like your strong rough hands with tiny scars on the tops and intricate lines on the palms of your warrior hands does joy smell like your sweat fossil grease gun powder breeze and the wind of America in your hair i bet joy sounds deep and blue like when you recite beautiful lies in my ears
Christmas Eve 93′
hot chocolate candy canes almond cookies apple wine
red bra black leather pants black stilettos two blue eyes
one green eye hazel on the left scratches cuts and bruises
he wonders how she got em’ but too afraid to ask
instead he holds her tighter cus in the end she’s always gone
in the middle of the night he gets up pees and scratches his ass
just big boy that no bride could tie down
she slightly opens up her mouth gaping like a baby bird
and he sneaks quietly into her arms catches a whiff of patchouli from her hair
two wet paper winged angels just hoping for some love
Dionaea muscipula
flowers are nice but i didn’t get them often the guys i dated weren’t romantic i guess it’s ok i get me flowers now and again i do love a good road trip and the feel of wind in my hair i’ve never been one to lend herself to tight long hugs it frightens me or when i got to like it they left me its best to kiss first wham bam thank you man and then run away forever i love a nice juicy philosophical conversation or if i could find someone like Tesla i admit that it gets tricky when lust calls but he wants a commitment and i’m not prepared to fold so i’ll walk and i’ll think i’ll paint and i’ll stall i’ll fly and i’ll land in his nest when he is vulnerable
train is nigh
end of battle
tired can’t sleep
life full
of non-sequiturs
non-sense and violence
cheap sex never love
or very little
pelvises copulating mid air
no connection to the heart
always flying soaring
to nothing
rules put-downs and judgments
torn down by the veracity of my past
hard to imagine
process logic fire lover
too tired
no lifting cups tonight
war pipes away
needles of deception
found out today
air in the mid night clear
love not supreme enough for me
Coltrane our train is nigh
Venice beach man
i love the way you look at me
almond blue eyes laden with innocent sin
i love the way you steal a kiss from me
and sometimes hold me down
by my cat-like wrists
and tell me how you’ll take me
i love the texture of your ear
on my tongue rugged and sun burnt
crisped by the sea salt and the sand
i love to hear the song
of your primitive throat when you cum
i love how you scold me when i’ve had
one too many of the L36s
and i respect you
as a man who tells it how it is
with compassion while you grieve
for the slow motion death of my free spirit
conditional love
i guess i’ll see you
3 am works for me too
when you get here
climb into bed
shock my soul awake
with your cold hands
gunmetal lips upon my neck
your left knee shucking
my reluctant legs open
we say a few false words
we disagree on stupid things
and we pretend that we are civil
when all we are
when all we have been
are two wild and seething animals
needing to get fucked
to release pain and rejection
and forget the wars that we have fought
why are we so afraid
you even more so than me
why do you come here
what could i possibly offer
that you haven’t already had
from better women
is it my cunning
my tortured soul
my soldier mentality
or my willingness
to be your whore
in your world
i am nothing
you are king
in my world
you still don’t know
i exist and i laugh
at the complexity
of your thoughts
and your offerings
your confusion as to who
i am
let me tell you who i’m not
unlike the others
i will not play a part
you can’t dress me up
change how i breath
what i smoke what i drink
i
will
not
follow you around
send you love letters
or get a manicure
you want your cock sucked
you know i’m game
and like a good little baller
you know how i play
before the tantric show you want
i need to feel your collateral in me
bite me squeeze me hold me down and tease me
i won’t look into your eyes
because that’s when our problems start
the hearts start beating
like they’re one
and then you go and leave me
libertin lâche
kiss my cheek
lie to me
mercy given tonight
losing something
not mine
Sweet poison
sweet poison
one dishonest caress
i know
you’ll run
to her
raven beauty
young supple
mind big tits
and designer smile
it’s ok
i play the game
i’m banging
the green eyed philosopher
on Wilcox place
can we just be honest
it’s ok for me to say
i like sex
it’s ok
for you to have lady friends
as long were all cool with it
and take responsibility
of not spreading germs
or making sweet babies
to suffer in vain
i know i started off nice
life is not nice
but we can be nice
if that’s what we want
the philosopher knows
you know about him
it’s ok if you bring her
i like your touch a lot
love is for others
but not for my heart
date night
i know we said Netflix tonight no hanky spank me but i guess i had a memory lapse on account i want to mount you don’t you move i’ll clear the dishes and close your eyes think up some wishes and i shall be happy to oblige after i get what i want hmm what’s that you say what did i mumble nothing honey just getting the massage oil from the bathroom oh no no don’t fall asleep we need to talk about access by the way how’s your cannoli it must pretty creamed up i haven’t had it in ages yes taxes are pretty high ok i’m back hey hey oh no not again lover stop snoring and make me go higher remember the Y2Ks how happy and free what happened to passion and smoking in bed and kissing and howling till then sun showed his face alright i get it we’ve been working all day good night my rocker my lover my friend
words less spoken 