Dragons lair
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Posted:Sep 18, 2007 7:03 am
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:23 am
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Don’t whisper your name.
just lie there wordless as a forsaken vow
and helpless and white in the loins of moon light
that shines down cold on the joshua trees,
in the hunched shoulders of a night
shunned from rising and walking upright
in the warm wet places of the earth.
don't look at me.
you are like a severed hand up turned on rocky soil,
you are cut off from the world that spit you out.
your drumming heart pounds the shivering earth
summoning inky shamans
to lift you naked and bound onto my sacred skins
and chain you helpless by the neck
with tooth and claw, powerless in the slit
in the eye of the smoking beast.
there you will live for no man, taste none of the feast,
but you will know only the heat of my heaving lust,
beg only from my table the sot ted wine and raw meat.
I will come for you.
maybe not tonight. or for a league of solstice nights
but I will come for you like an adder in a crib,
where you sleep as a in the coils of a wicked dream,
a deep hole where serpent tongues lick at your heels
like small red flames rising in your slippery seams.
I will take you from behind, heaving every way,
my thick tongue lashing your jeweled ear with red stripes
of a carnal language lost to the modern world
while I bend you like a slave on the wooded alter
and bind you unrelenting to my kindled graven urges.
my right hand will be upon your face,
my left strangling your hair in desperate grip,
and that muffled cry you hear is the sound of your
craven freedom rolling it from her grave,
as I take you in the roiling night against your will
like fronds stripped and submissive in the howling wind,
and drive your shivering flesh deep into the storm
until I drain your sheepish lust like a vaporous swamp
and all that moves in the boneless air
are the loping sobs of release and the echoes
of screams clotted in the stalactite's
like ancient Dragons rutting in their lair.
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Dragons Garden
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Posted:Sep 18, 2007 6:19 am
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:23 am
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I discover you naked and trembling in my garden,
rising beside the laden olive tree.
you cross the pads of thyme toward me,
obedient and bent from my will, hypnotized
by my lake blue eyes
slide your wanton cheek over my smoldering chest.
my fingers slip around your well turned neck
and pull you down like a heavy guilt by your un braided tresses,
pressed flat onto the smooth worn wooden bench,
my thick strong hand smothering the whites of your almond eyes
like a Dragon wing across the moon-lit sky.
I can taste your quick wet breaths leaping
like acts of faith from your penitent lips,
spread for my pleasure like a supine sin in the night,
while the strumming cross-bow of your covetous heart
shoots quiet quills of longing down my arching spine.
slowly the long claws of darkness grope
the besotted soil beneath our arboreal bed
and the lecherous moon and stars stare boldly down
upon our singing flesh, raptured between
the knuckle of earth and the soft palm of the sky.
you wear the tincture of my desire like a talisman
and soak in the fear of your own dear loss,
but before the dawn’s light lays open truth
like a cut from a serpent’s tooth,
you will know my final embrace,
like a primal yaw
from a light-less copse deep in your soul,
sounding from the shores of a forbidden memory
to the shoals of your vestigial youth.
like a howling beast shaking the tin shed of night,
I will come one last time in the devouring shadows,
my thick mouth chewing words to dust like bones
with a passion the color of blood, a vermilion hot lust
gnawed from its chains,
broken through the master’s gate,
taking you down in the rills at the
lake water’s edge . . .
until buried in the remains of the day
only a pair of connubial footprints survive,
baking like embers in the sand.
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pen 2 ink
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Posted:Sep 16, 2007 12:07 am
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:24 am
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pen to ink the paper wetnens
the strokes bring life to in animate
objects fire if you will to logs
of forests forgotten,these are the paths
you have taken.
a master a partner a fool lest taken.
words, a world a gift, a jest,these words
mean even less.
paper to ink fill me enhance wet me
make me dance make me whole mark me
make me yours, i please,.. you dominate
stroke indigo.
Mark me your passion fill me i'm empty
savor blue, make me yours,i'm in need
of your calligraphy
now complete sated yours to..
log to library to pack away
not for gotten used,loved
kept
now our time is new,
nothing left to do
you complete me...
like ink to paper
your mine forevermore
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Wet whispers
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Posted:Sep 13, 2007 10:48 pm
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:25 am
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In candlelight she bathes
Like a goddess sculpted too perfectly to touch
Water drops caress gleaming contours of her bronze flesh
The trail of her hand is a slow motion dream
Her fingers graze the face of the one who kneels before her in worship
A sensuous touch glides into a firm grip
Angling upwards her subject's face
Her grasp is a STAB of vivid breathlessness
Nonchalantly she gazes down into spellbound eyes
Her lips part, like petals of a blossoming orchid
"Drink of me..." she whispers
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jeans tease
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Posted:Sep 12, 2007 10:14 pm
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:26 am
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On my back, head spinning from the drinks.
My legs are open, jeans on, shirt off.
I am in an aroused fantasy… so not alone.
Her face is in my lap…I can feel her breath through my jeans.
Hot, thick, firmer~
Feeling hot flashes -yearning, I want her to touch me underneath my jeans.
Imagining her tongue, slippery… warm.
Biting and sucking, her face with pressure is outlining my shape.
~INSIDE THESE JEANS~
I am wild -almost, with a modicum of restraint.
Intensity inside me is getting closer and faster.
She has both hands busy, touching me, using her fingers, nails… feeling all of me.
I need to be free of these jeans.
I lift my head up to see her face in my lap. It looks so sexy… her lips, her hair.
Just the thought of letting go in my jeans makes me ever so hard…. Harder even
She is insatiable, and I am enclosed and not allowed to help.
Pressure, harder.
Room is spinning and I’m floating.
I am somewhere else not here… eyes rolled back
I let go of everything inside my jeans.
Feeling it on my skin, my panic is gone.
I am a bad boy.
I feel erotic naughty.
I can breathe, I can think again…
The emergency has past and I’m left in a daze.
Suddenly I am hard again, this time free and unrestrained.
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Remember
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Posted:Sep 11, 2007 3:19 am
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:27 am
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911
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Ice dance
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Posted:Sep 9, 2007 8:07 am
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:28 am
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a dance with ice
she takes the cube.
cold to her finger tip.
but starts a burning down deep.
she slowly slides it over her lips.
feeling the cold siping into them.
as the burning grows.
she licks the cube softly.
drawing it into her mouth.
then slowly she runs the cube down her neck.
her body shivering.
her eyes burning with wanting.
her body swaying on its own.
the cube sliding burning a trail.
down to her breast.
the nipples growing taunt.
as the cube slides over them.
the burning growing deeper now.
so cold yet such a hot touch.
as her moans grow.
she moves the ice downwards.
she slowly moves her hips.
as she slides the ice over her core.
teasing herself with the burning cold.
dancing wih the ice.
as the fire burns deep.
as she dances for her One.
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They
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Posted:Sep 8, 2007 1:49 am
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:28 am
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oozing, his body languidly drapes
upon small waves of pillows
his masculine legs, indifferently poised
pulling back the blanket
eyes tickle up his thighs
spread subtly
glancing slowly at his sleeping eyes
she gazes at the tense tool of flesh
that taunts her kiss
he stirs, and it stiffens, harder
in a naive crawl, She stalks it
until she is upon it
allowing it exploration
he wakes then
his crescent gaze upon heaving breasts
his grip tightening, his fingers tense
her hips his harness
whilst he tests her depth
his perceptions tearing through the veils
the sheer curtains of reality and fantasy
in zigzag pursuit
he drives into her
prickling pain, sharp pleasure
emotional utopia, exceeding its own measure
sublime, alpine rush of hot coursing blood
he claims her
piercing, pumping, fiercely loving
her,sating her,.....
completly
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How to read this poet
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Posted:Sep 8, 2007 1:21 am
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:29 am
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Grab angst by its crinkled throat and take it in,
dissolve it, chew on its bones
and maybe it will disappear
for reader and writer.
Take sinewy, almost sultry lines,
dance with them,
until your midnight hour approaches
and glass slipper no longer fits swollen foot.
Share, like sacrament, unholy grief
weeping on pages of sopped linen:
It softens to have someone ball it up,
rub it until it becomes pliable enough
to silk a weeping eye.
There is no sound to smoke curling up
in the dark, under a broken streetlight
but it can make hair stand up
on the back of your neck: That is how a poet
affects the world with mere words.
Did you think me to be telling stories?
Oh, no, I have spilled my guts
out onto this banquet of bent phrases.
You thought I was merely a voice
sputtering about some grandiose grind of verse?
Feel it. Touch the skin of it.
It breathes. Sometimes my breath is stale
and you will turn your head,
but, imagine what it took to eat what rots it.
How to read this poet, is with a soulful eye,
sensitive Braille finger presses on your eyeballs
to give them peace after I have sparred with things
that my bones have heard somewhere.
Don’t push your pity, your pathos,
your obsessive need to have me fit into your halleluiah.
I am busy hollering for heaven to return.
log off if it is too raw, too real, for you.
or stay... drink deeply from these mere words
refresh your sole,hold me closely with your,
thoughts,read me in to your life, and keep me there, make me yours for a time,
as you read this.....,
this poets heart
and mind
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I
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Posted:Sep 5, 2007 11:29 pm
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:30 am
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For Whisper
Throwing you on to the bed
with so much force
it takes your breath away
Legs spread wide,
Hands cuffed to the bed,
Eyes blindfolded.
Mouth open wide,
Cheeks rose redend
by the cress of
the back of his hand
Running his hands down
your sliken body while
moving down the bed
ties your leg to one
end of the bed
as he caresses
your other,
as it swings to try
to hit him away
Smiling down at your tear stained face
the feel of cold steel as he
cuts off your bra
and he runs the knife down
your body liking the way
you filch as it cuts your skin.
A vemillion trail his
tounge and lips follow
savoring the taste of
saline rust that has
run down your chest
Sucking on your big
supple breast liking
the intake of breath
you take you cry out
and again his plam kisses
your cheek.
He smiles and asks
Did you like that
you nod as he moves
to sit on your now shivering
body from the feel of cold steel
cutting off the thong you have on
He spreads your lips apart and run
the knife’s tip on your clit
liking the intake of breath
he moves his tongue to
your clit and runs it up
and down slow at first
then faster and faster
Heavy panting shaking your body.
Cunt throbbing
Moist, wet flesh, waiting.
Waiting to be taken.
Needing the feel of hard thrusts
and cold steel.
Begging for him to touch you,
Aching for his possession.
Submitting to his touch.
he turns your submissive
wanting body over
rubing his rock hard
unlubracated cock
up and down the valley
of your big beautiful sweet
ass searching for your tight
pink wanting warmness
Feeling the Heat of his cock,
Slowly entering,
Slowly penetrating.
Gloriously, tortured
Wanting more...
Harder, Deeper, Forcefully,
Begging to be Dominated.
untill he unleashes his
passion grabs your silken locks
and explodes in hot gushes
drowning your sole as you
collapse and shake from your
own wet climax.
Untying your hands and legs
he walks out looking back,
He says think of me,
and I'll be there....
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But I Did'nt
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Posted:Sep 5, 2007 11:07 pm
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:31 am
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I wish that I still knew her
And the love that was free
The fountain of youth
Light as air , summer breezes
Her hot tender kisses caressed me
Nude bathing beneath a waterfall
A gush when she kissed me
Under there, overall
The feeling of warmth from head to toe
I'd tingle as she held me in her arms
and said,
I'll never let go.
A love to last, in her I could trust
So I did, and she did
And now,
As I blow the dust
Off of the
Faceted crystalline
lavender hued heart
That was given to me with love, hah,
We'd never be apart!
I remember the joys of those days
How my heart sang
and leapt when the phone rang
Knowing that soon a stirring would build
Deep inside
One that was impossible to hide
I smiled when we met
I hoped she would not forget
But I didn't and she did
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A Desert Wind
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Posted:Sep 5, 2007 12:28 am
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:31 am
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Powerful arms, and smiles
rushing between the spaces of us,
I push you to the sand: darkly golden,
your lips scream as they are spread by visions.
With delicate ease I open willing legs,
sweet thighs release scent:
travelling sweetly to senses,
I move in closer, flick lips with
casual smiles as magical sparks excite,
in goes the tongue, into wild depths,
shivers throw fire down this throat.
Nighttime's understanding is thrown across desire,
leaving you naked before a hungry moon;
feasting on your body, supple, firm breasts
pleading to be sucked, bitten gently
and light bows down to soft skin.
I continue with wonder's fascination,
you are taken off to an alternate universe,
where dreams are forever played
into the drops of anticipation to come,
and your stomach, flat and smooth,
is kissed by a desert wind's exploration,
your breasts invite its mouth, nipples laugh
their curves into a smiling taste
as my open mouth seeks wet wisdom,
and it is taken, it vanishes,
as your lips kiss and bite me
with orgasmic fired sexuality,
you take the world and giggle
hot and greedy spices; exotic.
Laughter's inside this heart, I pull away,
force your light wider and enter you fast.
Pushing deeper, your welcome wraps my mind,
gripping its beauty as it slides back and forth,
slow movements, fast desire, you polish my ego
with words of fashionable erotica, telling, shouting.
Faster, faster I go, words excite me as
I gather every breath of starlight and explode myself
into your bold sighs: deep within I fly,
soaking the soul with seed: hot and sticky.
I pull out slowly while dripping seductively,
I am spent, and smiling, my heart a train,
speeding through the track of your body.
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The fire within
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Posted:Sep 5, 2007 12:01 am
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2007 12:32 am
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There is a fire burning within me,
like the Phoenix, I rise to the occasion,
you have fanned these flames to life and stoke them.
Higher and higher the flames burn, like our passion,
sweat slicked bodies moving in unison together,
gasps, moans, humming and screaming.
Grasping fingers, exploring tongues,
taking us both to heights we have never dreamed,
giddy from lack of oxygen, and exertion, we continue.
Forever reaching new highs, new plateaus, together,
toe curling, leg shuddering orgasms we endure,
to start all over again, never wanting to rest.
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