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Words of sensual seeking, of pleasure giving, of kisses, of love found, or lost, or captured, or shared.
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rain
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Posted:Feb 21, 2018 3:49 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2018 3:54 am
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rain
Lightning breaks the sky
Cloud banks surge
A violent sky outside
Air shimmers here
Waiting for the rain
a downfall begins
first top then bottoms
disrobing before the storm
seeing the Siren revealed
a water nymph
waiting for the rain
our passion does not hesitate
close space between
heat merges as in kissing meld
foreplay as electric
as the heavy humid air
rising moisture in each of us
waiting for the rain
a crack of thunder
simultaneously with lightning
the clouds are broken
and rain cascades down
outside we dart
leaving the dryness within
sleek otters embracing
under the rain
the dots of rain bouncing
from our naked forms
and hands track rain
for you love the water
every drop a kiss
every breath of wind
a sensual caress
during a storm
we can never rest
you sing your Siren song
an ululation to the sky
to gods and mortals
we are heat
our passion
dries our skins
as the rain falls down.
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No Quarter
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Posted:Feb 20, 2018 11:31 pm
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2018 9:01 pm
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No Quarter
Water is as cold as your ice water
And your glance says they will be no quarter
How we got to here I am really unsure
perhaps we are just dumb and immature
five minutes with you I am screaming to leave
and if I fell under a train you wouldn't grieve
ill-matched and mis-matched we are not a pair
I never notice if you dye or cut your hair
You think i spend to much time away
want me to settle with you for a day
we tried that and the television flew
into next door and drowned in their pool
we cannot speak except to insult
and neither the other does ever consult
however when we are amorous and open
we decide best way with life to be coping
is to get sweaty and practice our wiles
get naked and cover ourselves in smiles
have the kind of sex resulting in breaking
chairs and a table and the bed is now shaking
unbalanced and unhinged we go for each other
as if of days we believe there won't be another
bruised and chafed and sated we slump
united in those ecstatic moments of a great hump
till the endorphins escape and we return to the fact
we are only great partners when in the sexual act.
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Lips Dry Tonight
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Posted:Feb 20, 2018 4:48 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2018 4:21 am
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Lips Dry Tonight
Are your lips dry tonight
will your lipstick last all night
a pining in your heart
for some loving to start
is there lingerie in a drawer
you hope to wear not sure whom for
they are still somewhere out of sight
though you search with all your might
are your lips dry tonight
desiring other lips to alight
bring moisture and heat
curl the toes on your feet
send a surge through body electric
do something mad useless and eccentric
at midnight bathe naked in a fountain
make love atop a high mountain
are your lips dry tonight
is everything all right
are the days of getting older
making you feel so much bolder
can you truly wonder
how your teasing hands could wander
over sensual skin succulent
could make loving such an event
if only someone would play
then your heart might stay
are your lips dry tonight
will you leave on the light
so someone might find their way home
someone like you who idly does roam
waiting for Romeo or Juliet to arrive
not sure how much waiting you can survive
want your lipstick removed
in a passion wild approved
want your clothes to be cast aside
when lust and love in passion coincide
and you want to awaken
in a bed completely shaken
makeup still on
though lipstick all gone
and your lips chafed and dry
from where those kisses passionate did lie.
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Dark of Your Smile
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Posted:Feb 20, 2018 5:31 am
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2018 8:48 pm
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Dark of Your Smile
The dark of your smile
in black of night easy blends
and I wonder how this ends
for getting to know strangers
might mean meeting someone
who is completely beyond our means
and a flicker of tongue tip pink
as you invite me in
and I would worry more
but the line of your stockinged leg
distracts the thoughts incomplete
so I follow you so controversial
the slow sway of hips a voodoo spell
and you know your magic well
you look back over your shoulder
and I wonder if I will get any older
for your smile white and bright
so many fangs as a wolf on a Winter night
and so welcoming you are
a fierce heat rises from your sensual body
and you draw your nails across
my supine eager form
tugging back my top so you may
kiss and nibble at tender skin beneath
and I wonder if you intend to do me harm
as my body with caresses you easy charm
I am a mortal in grip of a goddess
and is this goddess for good and evil
and soon I care little for such niceties
for I am naked and vulnerable under your gaze
and I see a tear and I am amazed
you ask me if you are beautiful
and I think what trickery this
or what form of torture brought you here
a woman beautiful who might think
she was not or should not be so
and I lay my warm lips upon you
as a Prince might once to raise a curse
and clothes discarded we do our best
to do our very erotic worse
track-lines of scratches red
kisses hibiscus pink blossoming
on our supple love drenched skins
and you take my ear lobe in your lips
and in the mirror I see dark of your smile
and I know dawn is far away
and we two travelers have so far to go.
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I Remember How To Kiss
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Posted:Feb 19, 2018 11:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 5:14 am
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I Remember How To Kiss
I remember how to kiss
these lips recall intimacy
the light pressure exploratory
caressing skin onto skin
the slight catch as lips meet
not sliding over this is real skin
the warmth and supple heat
stirring an eagerness within
the tip of tongue leaping
tactile tip down other upper lip
as if sketching for memory
and eliciting new sensations
and lips together in interest
prowl across each other melding
lip to lip and tongue on tongue
caressing stroking sucking
learning what makes you run
ticking clock of this kiss
until breath is expended
and pause and break apart
for a moment lips wish to linger
and that is the very start
yet in eyes such wakefulness
alertness of predator and prey both
then all dismissed from thought
as lips drawn into another kiss caught
riding the rhythm of those other lips
and setting pace with own heart
feeling purr of your breath
the inquisitive dartings of a tongue
hungry heat of these lips
embracing closer than we have d
pressed and pushed and lightly crushed
these lips so sweet and hint of musk
within the mouth of each kiss
a soaring breathless wanting bliss
and swerving from your lips
to cheek and down chin
light kisses caressing soft
then at throat the kisses explode
tasting sensual heat of skin beneath
and lifting and sucking a heavy kiss
how you squirm beneath this embrace
as adrenaline surges and heart does race
a kiss for throat and thrice for neck
kisses slipping lower onto collarb
explore the way you are constructed
buttons of your top coming und
as you arch back and begin to hum
as if a high tension wire in the wind
and these kisses make this wire sing
swooping onto edge of covered breast
tasting rich creamy mound as you shiver
as these kisses fresh joy deliver
the passion now is reaching higher
is more than lust become desire
to unwrap you with kisses many
a fusillade of passion stirring hits
these kisses you find hard to resist
swaying you leave world drift away
content here in kissing delightful to
I remember how to kiss
let us find a place of peace and time
and see if your lips welcome mine
if my memories of kisses will combine
with the best kisses you can recall.
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A Rant on Music
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Posted:Feb 19, 2018 9:23 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 3:37 pm
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A Rant on Music
Was no iphone for me
Nor CDs or MP3 ers
in my youth was cassettes
the ubiquitous LP record
and the radio static eaping
from self installed speakers
you learnt a lot about things
which you never needed to know
which was the best speaker
the depth of the bass magnets
how to re-reel a loose cassette
to lower the stylus with care
if you wanted music you did
of course the benefit was
you could make your own mix tape
complete with the annoying
voice-overs of radio announcers
who cared not if a song was finished
or halfway through starting
if they could throw in an inane comment
which would live forever more on your tape
and after constant re-listenings
would become fixed in your own memory
so every time you heard the song
you heard their comment in your head
and now the music comes digital
from a pale flat reen
and often sounds unoriginal
you re the days of albums
where each song a chapter in a story
now lucky if a single song is a hit
a few big stars the rest are anonymous
driven to poverty and oburity
by the new big business model
of digital platform to stream
every song and obstruct every musician's dream
there was the old business model of course
and that took advantage of those same artists
who sang and wrote and ed the music
however at least they registered as a presence
performed live shows and needed
cover art bright for album covers
now to remain in the public eye
they need to appear on televised talent shows
creating the processed servile stars of tomorrow
any from yesteryear can only look on with sorrow
the rebellion is now corporately directed
and the anger manufactured in a sound booth
by accountants following music polls
so it is not surprising the few real stars
those who climb above the commercial muck
are those who independently make their way
the rough diamonds who polish themselves
by the 10,000 hours of practice and performance
who often live their lyrics and dress
as if they were not corporate citizens
but eapees from a prison farm
on the run from ordered society
from the corporate lawyers
and from what the music industry has become....
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I Will Love You As You Are
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Posted:Feb 19, 2018 6:53 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 5:07 am
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I Will Love You As You Are
You can leave your white at the door
no need to take a mortgage on a castle vast
not looking for a Hollywood lead
or billionaire flush with cash
just tell me who you are
where you want to go to
those dreams small growing larger
how the things at the margin
constantly are creeping in
and you want some to support you
take your hand and wander
through this life of rises and falls
a stock-market turbulence
day you are over-valued
the next you are unchanged
but how much lower you fall
don't need no stylish secret agent
or a meticulously thought out life plan
just want some to take my hand
lend an ear when I would converse
give support when day too long
and share the joy in those moments
when life demands celebration
and you don't need to be an Avenger
or any shade of super hero bold
I will love you as you are
for all I seek in life
all I seek from day start to sunset
is some who will kiss
share the moment of bliss
and begin a conversation
not knowing where or when
we may end up
in triumph magnificent
in failure despite our toil
but all the time sharing
this life bitter and sweet
together wandering
hand in hand enclasped
sharing dreams and kisses.
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By Algorithm
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Posted:Feb 19, 2018 5:26 am
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 5:15 am
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By Algorithm
Seamless passionless blindly
love found by algorithm
defined by compatibility
of time and presence
this is the modern tryst
spawned by white screen light
the moving pixels us
linking together
as component parts
of some great machine
oiling modern neuroses
of to few or to many
to late to soon to eager
hangovers from Victoriana
the social dance
of bachelor or maid
and the power inequity
between these two states
and this zipless fuck
exchange of sexual juices
not an exchange of self
is a tundra cold bare lie
those moments when you hold
kiss and lie together
share a moment precious
define and create ourselves
develop a relationship
no matter how fleeting
or shaky its foundations
no matter things unsaid
the lines defining
is an act in which
we exchange ourselves
bringing all our spirit
all our passion
as if we do not
is not a fraud we perpetrate on others
is a fraud we commit on ourselves
to think we are an island
a vacuum surrounded meteorite
and when we meet and share
that no essence of ourselves
no truth or vulnerability
could escape and cross
the gap closed by loving
the gap of modern alienation
we would think remains
for we choose partners
by the numbers of the machine.
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Coincide (*nsfw*)
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Posted:Feb 18, 2018 9:52 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2018 5:33 am
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Coincide
Lock the door
pull down the shades
turn off the lights
let us exist
in the dusk
we create for ourselves
the cool dark
warming kiss
tongue to tongue
lips sucking lips
demanding wanting
not just love
this is passion lusting
feel your heat rising
tripping underwear aside
hands down thighs glide
shivering tracking caressing
all over body moving
your clever tongue
and agile mouth
my fingers wet swirling
in your cavern mouth
thumb rolling over
bud sensitive you buck
hips shudder in my hand
teeth close on lip
a nip to pause
fire in your eyes
bra cast aside
legs around my waist
deep in deep slide
hold and both gasp
then strangled by kisses
raking nails down body
flicking tender nipples
riding upon hips
in surging mewling tide
splashes of wetness
heat to perspiration
making easier the deeper
completer penetration
moving forward and back
a file edging across
those so sensitive spots
your teeth in me bite
your groans as hit the spot
and accelerating
erratic bouncing thrusts
our hips knock
our mouths over each other
lips wet and hungry mesh
tongue demands flesh
breathless as head back
you squeeze around me
knock against the wall
so cool so hot so hungry
gasping you still
in deepest throes
in petite morte
this little death
in estascy caught
all focused here
where hip meet hip
pressing forward
trapping pulsing clit
we hold our pose
the final position
then all comes unlocked
once more are fluid
collapse over each other
your wet core
my deflated cock
and holding we begin
to tease anew
seeing you in these shadows
beautiful and liberated
desiring and desired
wanting as fingers stroke
under breast and over
smoothly tight over nipple
a static on our skin
discharged in pleasure
and we jerk at each touch
one harder and one wetter
and both growing hotter
to edge of bed we squirm
one leg over my shoulder
my mouth could burn
against your hot juices
rising from deep within
an exotic spicy mix
rising upwards
to my eager sucking lips
till you turn demanding
stand beside the bed
take your hips and
cleave through warm skin
to the molten furnace
of your lustful heat
and you watch me
over your shoulder
for a long long moment
till close eyes and
turning to the front
concentrate only upon
riding the feelings building
catching the rhythm
rocking forth and back
twisting hips
as twisting my own
to new places to attack
in and out and grasping
no thought only this
the mindless rutting rhythm
the passion rising quickly
pull your hips back
how sweetly I am encased
and you cry out
and through your orgasm
continue in you the pace set
till also lose
any semblance of control
desires become fact
so deep inside of you
the heat overwhelming
my body thrusting buckles
as together we two come
then collapse once more
gentler touches tracing
the body of my spent lover
every single millimetre
I can reach I covet
and those I cannot
I desire more strongly
your thoughts
your speech
your song
your spirit flowing
in these rooms of dusk
we create
when the wind is blowing
the doors are locked
and so cool inside
your heat a beacon
for this lust and loving
in both of us
does truly coincide.
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Mortal Mating
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Posted:Feb 18, 2018 7:59 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2018 6:55 pm
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Mortal Mating
Wind chimes outside your window
a dream catcher above your bed
two crystals on the sideboard
scented candles from Thailand
a Buddha in the hall
we are all trying to find ourselves
you are just trying a little more
Koran Bible and Torah on the shelves
well thumbed and marked
yet nothing in you was sparked
leaflets from Mormons and Scientology
still didn't find a connection
seems the All-Mighty isn't talking
on the wavelength you are checking
so instead we are in bed
Tantric manual open on the headboard
smeared in aphrodisiac waxes
and bed positioned Feng Shui style
so our dragons can flow
even as on the wide screen
displays of pornography extreme
to set the mood and lusts
you want to find your heaven
in this room tonight
and I am your sexual clairvoyant
expected to channel the spirits
of Bacchus Venus and Eros
it will get crowded in here
before we came to bed
you killed a chicken on an altar
wax candles overflowing
and now you pass a joint
and two blue pills pharmecutical
taking a long deep draw
sip of water and they go down
as you chant from Viking book of days
and explaining your light white shift
made from an altar cloth
once used in a Mass by the Pope
you see no sacrilegious behaviour
in covering every eventuality
mention on a tour of Gaul
how you threw a golden torc
into a bottomless lake
and requested sexual prowess
and a passion ripe as Summer fruit
and a lover as strong as the mountains
and a lover with more stamina than a ploughhorse
and hung like one too if possible
so it all seems irresponsible of me
to not take on board your beliefs
when in fact it is no unknown diety
just your smile makes me desire
and my lust is easy fired
when your body seen through
the translucent shift you wear
but I hold tongue for it has better use
for my ardent worship between your thighs
and the only prayers I expect to hear
be your exclamations as orgasm near
and later when we lie sweaty and sated
overjoyed at this most mortal mating
the wind chime simply sing a melody
which become a lullaby as we nap
entwined and bound together
by love of people
not decrees of gods.
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My Cold War Spy
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Posted:Feb 15, 2018 9:29 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2018 8:06 pm
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My Cold War Spy
You are a cold war spy
discretion is your password
and I cannot read your eyes
there is an enigma frosted there
and your smile is not full
neither would I say grim
it conveys warmth without
letting me closer or within
it is the Mona Lisa smile
the same through rifle sights
as through bubbles of champagne
which might spoil my aim
or make me susceptible to your wiles
even as you counterfeit those smiles
and your body reminds me of
an Italian motorcycle swift
all pared down and thin
a darting spirit for the streets
and coarsely I consider
how you would handle beneath the sheets
and again your gaze closes
as if you have read my mind
decided I am not worthy
of someone of your kind
in dress flowing worn
and split to upper thigh
the kind of dress
if with confidence attired
will stop pedestrians in the street
who will pause and think and dream
of how you they might meet
outside their dreams in some place
where those ruby lips could kiss
and body take them to bliss
and your mind is turning
as the daylight hours burning
almost done and almost gone
my secret service agent woman.
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discarded relationships
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Posted:Feb 14, 2018 3:56 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2018 8:09 pm
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discarded relationships
I walk the shores of my life
and see what has been cast up
every relationship long or passing
is evidenced on edge of thoughts
memories ocean heaving and turning
so many here and now gone
never truly discarded by me
I want to continue the dialogue
to know what became of them
since they shone a blade of light
from their own beacons of life
into and onto my own
how have they grown
or do they remain exactly as they were
the people I once knew
how are they now
floating beyond my reach
and if we meet shall it be
a quick hello and hurry off
hoping recalled the right name
trying to recall if we parted well
or parted through clenched teeth
and how much was love above
and how much apathy or hate beneath
when I reflect upon
walk up and down the shore along
the remnant memories
of those I once knew
of relationships cast upon these shores.
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Their True Future
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Posted:Feb 14, 2018 4:43 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2018 8:05 pm
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Their True Future
Go on Valentine's Day
show me one more couple
hands clasped tight together
striding in rhythm
as if own this world
and can see a future
aluminum siding bright
of long winged rocket cars
and perfect
and food from pills
and no disease
such a gleam in their eyes
mercenary and perfect
in every way
so I say Valentine's Day
take your slick propaganda
and leave me here alone
I know their true future
as I suck on vinegar wine
of him crawling into a bottle
when the dreams succumb
to a rush of reality
and she dealing with
snotty faced brats imbecilic
dressed in charity cast-offs
the car a smoking junker
the house a disheveled tip
and food always fast fat
processed salt and sugars
distorting body and organs
both will die alone
choked on own vomit
and I wonder if today
I am a tad more cynical.
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