Our Clothes Stay On

Lips together, moans joined.Raise the volume,Let the television cover our sound.Hands move,Denim, cotton, covered delightsMy hands long to touch fleshYour hands rub between my legsPurrs of desireYou like what you feel Yet tonight skin will not touch skinLet us kiss againOnly tongues penetrateSalivate, wetness sharedAs cloth rubs against clothAs our clothes stay on A TasteContinue reading “Our Clothes Stay On”

Little tree in a Field

Little tree in a fieldTrunk wide and fatShading grass that is greenWith leaves of greenIn a field of greenBlue sky on top of thatIn the branches in the treeAre there birds?Maybe a family of squirrelsProbably bugsImagine all of thatLittle tree in a fieldBranches way up highIn a field of greenWith bugs and rabbitsUnder blue skiesContinue reading “Little tree in a Field”