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Whispers on the Wind
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Just a kiss
Cells expand
Contract With The staccato Of ragged breath Tension Mounting Until It breaks forth Time Lurching Merely trying To keep up As those Very cells Collide Meshing Desiring Begging To get closer To merge To be one Words Whispered Soundlessly From lips Written Upon soft skin With even softer Promises Never spoken The Universe Reels Spins Quakes In wanton hunger As time Lurches Again And again With each contact And this my dear Was only A kiss |
Some more offerings:
In a zealous silence I sit Mirror reflecting only shattered images of memories long since forgotten Now free from the desire that consumed me whole I glance out the window-glass and try to focus on an emotional new dawn. __________________________________________________ __________ Standing at the edge of reason, the edge of sanity filling my mind Passion raging to the point of total consumption A dark kiss upon silken skin An end to the soul's weeping for release Reopen my eyes, and see as though it were for the first time Pain no longer residing in the valley between my breasts As I step into a dark red sea for the last time __________________________________________________ ___ Thousands of shards Millions of pieces This is my heart Shattered but not Broken _________________________________________ Moaning... Pleading... Crying... Begging... Seduction in Slience |
She moves
underneath me like flame Burn me, I cry |
"Lines" (In memory of all those who have died for war)
Lines drawn in sand meaningless and yet they can tear countries apart The same lines rip children from the arms of their mothers in the name of diplomacy Lines of fire drawn upon the bodies of our youth left dead in foxholes While lines are being signed and treaties being written in the blood of the innocent |
We are sitting drinking coffee
coffee as black and dark as the night you and I kissed kissing like starved men at a feast a feast of you I partake in with another sip another sip of coffee as I look at you I look at you, into your eyes eyes like brandy; dark, warm, and melting melting my will, melting me to nothingness melting away the nothingness deep within Deep within the recesses of my thighs I ache I ache with want for you for you, any part of you to fill me all of me to be filled with this need this need overflowing flowing out of me and onto you onto you, your strong hands, your strong thighs your strong thighs wrapped around my strong hands My strong hands and strong fingers are probing probing into the wetness Wetness between your legs, on my hands, my lips, my body, my tongue My tongue drinks deeply with out sating Without sating my hunger grows Hunger growing as you kiss my lips Kiss my lips as they quiver Quiver, yes, I am quivering inside as your teeth graze my neck my neck, then back to my lips My lips touch yours, biting and sucking biting and sucking at mine Sucking at your breast, oh how I want I want to be buried deep inside you until with release we scream scream from the wanting Wanting to take you in my arms take you in my arms, then have you take me take me right here right here, right now, right where they all can see can see the desire the desire I feel between my thighs My thighs are brushing yours as we kiss “Kiss me again” I want to beg I want to beg you to never stop kissing me kissing me and touching me touching me gently on the cheek the cheek that lies under my hands My hands get tangled tangled in your hair, then your thighs thighs that lead to legs that I want to feel that I want to feel around me as I pin you to the bed pin you to the bed & push into you into you then over the edge Over the edge is what this is What this is, is me giving myself to you giving myself to you as you give yourself Give yourself completely to me, all of you for all of me All of me wants wants to feel you, your skin bare as I feel every inch of you every inch of you naked naked and tangled tangled in the sheets, my arms, my legs, and my fingers Fingers on your body your body on fire at my touch my touch blazing everywhere blazing everywhere as you are consumed consumed with passion passion that oozes and drips from my chin and onto you onto your soul Your soul melding with mine, binding us together Together we sit drinking in each other drinking in each other like coffee coffee drank in silence |
~"Inuksuk"~
I am your stone Your granite will, your marble beauty Your pebble worn smooth by the river of life. I am covered in the morning with the dew left from a night of rock hard passions Cold and unyielding to those who seek to chisel me away, yet for you I am the citadel in which you can hide your heart. I am your stone Your granite will, your marble beauty Your pebble worn smooth by the river of life. I am a monolith of strength, solid in my convictions Yet I become dust in your compitent hands. I am your stone Your granite will, your marble beauty Your pebble worn smooth by the river of life. |
"Peanut Butter"
When you walked into the bar that night with a ratty baseball cap hiding your feminity, I swear the whole damned bar could hear my body cry “fuck yeah!” as it grew so aroused it could barely remain atop it’s barstool perch. Yes, me there perching like a vulture over my prey. “My prey”, what a novel idea, as thoughts of the hunt and the capture enter my mind. Oh, if I could catch you and take you right here. Put you up on the table and lick at you like peanut butter stuck to the roof of my mouth. Just then the commercial hits my brain, “Just how many licks does it take...the world may never know!” And, at that, I laugh nervously to myself, my friends, to you as you sit waiting. Waiting for what I ask myself. Waiting for me? Waiting for my body to push yours into the wood back of the chair as I throw your legs up in the air and fuck you right here where everyone can see? And, then, my eyes look down, to the table I imagined fucking you on. I blush, and I swear there must be a television screen attached to my forehead where you can see EXACTLY what I am thinking as I see you laugh. “Silence as the show begins.......................we now interrupt this program to bring you a special news update straight from the presses................” and my brain gets caught on the thought......”the presses” as I swear I can feel you press your hand against my thigh. And, I swear I can feel you, taste you......like peanut butter on my tongue. My brain and my body engage in a battle of words as I ask myself, “ Is this some kind of joke playing itself out on me?” And, I swear I just heard myself say “Play with yourself for me” ......OH GOD!! Did I just say that aloud? A Freudian Slip, as I slide right into you, sticking like peanut butter. And I think, Man, am I hungry! Hungry for you upon my tongue, like peanut butter. |
I look to the first rays of sunlight and think of you as they caress the shore, holding the twilight in a tight embrace.
You are my pillar of strength, my cornerstone, my foundation, and in your presence I sit shaken to my core. My heart will spend many years rectifying the chaos of a thousand lifetimes as we lie entwined in each other. My face radiates all love I feel for you even into the darkest hours of evening. And as I get lost in yet another archive of thought I smell the subtle fragrance of you wrapping itself around me, and I realize that you are gone. |
I look to you at the moment of my redemption
and I see in your eyes a look reflecting back A look of complete abandon. I see possibilities of Your body stretched out before me. With total clarity I see That in this moment there will be no remourse And with absolute conviction I know The answer to my unasked question. A safe assumption to make. You have revived my heart as I hear the words, "I do" escape your lips |
The rain washes
Even my road-worn soul Clean |
“Steel Rose”
Once had a heart on my sleeve, now there’s a stone chip on my shoulder. I am tattered and torn, my heart plagued with thorns. This rambling stone will gather no more loss. I am tattered and torn, my heart plagued with thorns. I told you there is no blood left to be squeezed from this stone. I am tattered and torn, my heart plagued with thorns. But where there were thorns, from pain and scorn, a steel rose does grow. _______________________________________ “Asuilaak (Finally) “ Finally: After my heart has searched the seven seas. I have found the final wonder. Finally: I will drown in the deepest love and forever be pulled under. Finally: I have touched your gates of heaven on high. Finally: With the angels I did lie. Finally: It’s come about full circle, and the beginning is the end. Finally: I had to let you go and cry farewell my lover, my friend. Finally: With a mournful cry, Finally: Goodbye. |
“Arctic”
I wonder if the Summer sun on the savannah caresses you as it does me here on this frozen Tundra. I look, my eyes slanted against the silver light of the ice, I swear I can see your sillouhette reflected in the outline of granite inuksuk. I long to trace my hands lazily across the landscape of your body, yet here I will remain alone in my chilled Northern wasteland. I find lately that I would abandon my Wintery sanctuary for one brisk moment spent in the warm Solstice of your embrace. I resolve myself to the knowledge that we could never be as one with you fathoms and leagues across the sea. And as I accept the Icy chill of reality, I know the fire of my passion for you will become extinguished. But before my flame can fizzle away in tears of despair, I feel your warmth radiate through me, stretching across the confines of time and space. The sun rises again to melt my Frozen heart. |
Written in 2005
She says, I want to feel you,
feel you in me, and around me around me enfolded. Enfolded in silken depths, silken depths that caress back. She says, I want you want you pulsing and ramming ramming your presence into me into me until I scream. She says, I want to scream loudly for you. Loudly for you, you and your intensity, intensity making my will lie broken, broken and running across your hands,your hands, your cock, and your tongue. She says, I want your tongue running down my thighs, Down my thighs, chased by your hands. Your hands tangling in my hair, my hair wild as it cascades across your chest. She says, I want my breast pulled into your mouth, your mouth sucking and biting, biting at my moist folds, my moist folds drawing you in, drawing you into me deeply. She says, I want you in me, in me where you become lost. Lost in the sensation, sensation that only I can give. She says, Give yourself, yourself, and your body, your body awakened, awakened to my touch. She says, My touch will blaze fire across your skin, your skin my canvas. Canvas upon which I paint passion |
"Seasons"
Scarecrow in the barren field of my memory, Help me recall the seasons of my life Tell me of the joys and pleasures of a Youth spent in the embrace of Spring. Tell me of the innocence, the simplicity in which I surrendered to happiness and innocence abound. Tell me of when I lived as I loved, I played as fiercely as I prayed and my heart did sing. Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory, Help me recall the seasons of my life Tell me when the throes of ecstacy and the heat of passion filled my Summer of adolescence Tell me when she cast that first stone and I first felt my heart break. Tell me of the loss and painful road I was left to walk and the grief that would become my sole strength, my essence. Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory, Help me recall the seasons of my life Tell me when I embraced the peaceful Autumn of forgiveness. Tell me when I learned of a gentle touch and a deeper peace, an eerie calm found in the arms of another lover. Tell me when I realized I wanted to live and die in the arms of a tranquility like this. Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory, Help me recall the seasons of my life Tell me when did the Winter sneak in to steal away my memories in it’s cold embrace? Tell me how much longer in this frail mortal coil shall I have wait? Tell me when will the Earth claim me back to the warmth of her womb, and collect the final chapter from this member of the human race? Scarecrow in the barren fields of my memory, Help me recall the seasons of my life |
Feburary 2005
"Self-portrait"
This machine heart isn't real... It processes, but doesn't feel. I DOES everything but bleed.... Yet doesn't meet a single romantique need. It's function in programming has been told. Love is something it has yet to behold. This machine body can hurt and ache... and it's titanium skeleton easily break. It has never been touched by a single hand.... for after all it IS machine not man. This machine mind does nothing but think. Thought to body across fibre optic link. Making decisions at speed of light.... yet knows nothing of what is wrong or right. I cannot process pain from a love lost. Logic insists a wire must have been crossed. A human tear does silently fall. Such a dangerous move, for it can rust all. Finally machine has lost the battle, lost the fight. The human inside has finally opened it's heart to the light. |
March 2005
"Musing"
How often I've heard you say, " I am jus fucking with you!" but....Oh, if you'd REALLY fuck with me..... Fucking with me until my knees become weak, and my body melts from your words... Words used like a caress Then I think, what if I fucked back? Would you like that? Would you like it if I fucked back? If I touched you with words in places you thought only hands and tongues could touch?....... Ahh, dear but isn't my tongue touching you now? Isn't it touching and caressing you with words that are so seductive that they leave you craving more, more than you thought you could ever want? You never thought mere words could be used like THAT did you? My words slowly slide up your thighs, into your very depths, leaving you moist and wanting. Tell me, do you want more? Do you want me to fuck back? Do you like it when I fuck with you? Ahh, this verbal exchange, so preverse, so profound, so profane. Does it make you wet? Does it make you want to cry out, begging, and pleading for more? Ahh, to fuck with you, to make you want and crave more and more of my words. Ahh, to make you WANT to be fucked with. Does that make me a pervert, does it make me sick? Does it make YOU? Hell, what does it matter, you are enjoying it and so am I. I must admit though, I refuse to make ANY apologies, and I sure as hell am not going to repent. Oh, no, not ever, not for having fucked with you, for having fucked back. |
March 2005
As we lie, wrapped in a blanket of stars, the mountains for our bed.
I compose a symphonic overture upon the stage of your body. The hills echo with the sounds of my Concert D’Chair. I bring forth a crescendo of sound with silent notes from the music of your breath and your kiss. The heavens, rapt, lend their backdrop of supernatural colour; Aurora Impetus, to concrete our faithful love of each other. |
Written for a Coming Out Day event 2001
She took me in her arms, and it was then and only then that I knew what it was to be loved.
To be really loved, cherished and adored. No man had ever been able to make me feel that way......not the way she did. No, not like that at all. She loved me like a god, but shamelessly like a daemon, like no other dared, like only a WOMAN could. Now I tell you...she took me into her arms and I was home. And this home was not a place, a thing.....it was an idea, the feeling of security and peace. Now when she took me into her arms I knew love, a love of my own, a love that was completely and unabashedly for her......total devotion. But there came those who would take it away. Take her away, away from me and from herself. And I wondered, would she ever return? Many hours passed, many days, many sleepless nights and Oh so many tears. Then one day when my memory had forgotten and so had my heart, she returned. Returned to herself, to the world, to me. Now I tell you when she took me into her arms there was a hunger, a passion, a fire inside. A fire that consumed me, and lo, burns me still. |
"Photograph 8" (written about an underwater photo I had seen in a coffee shop in Seattle)
Liquide atmosphere enfolds you in her deadly embrace, and yet.... a smile of rapturous epiphany is upon your face, oh, how intrigued am I. Plumage of your innocent deviousness enshrouds my memory, memories of things that will never come to be. The light and shadows harnessed between frame of glass and metal touches me in an unfamiliar way, like barbedwire of silken thread. Who are you, and why have you touched me so profoundly from behind the confines of two-dimensional reality? But, oh, to know the limitless rapture I see reflected on your face....that is a pleasure reserved for only gods and daemons, and yet mere mortal of flesh and bone am I. |
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