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”
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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”
Pox It
A plague on pockets Pox it! Pox on it all!I care not what he hides Beneath his jeans Next to his thighs.Put his hand thereOr pull it out.He hides his money there.Maybe his time?Pocket, pffft, whatever;I know it’s all a lie. This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of exactly 44 wordsContinue reading “Pox It”
Wild Dahlia
Wild Dahlia, the name of the bar,The owner was Deborah,Below her left breast there was a scar,She’d let you see if you whispered sweet,Thought that could only get you so far.The drinks were cheap,The company cost.The men were sheep,You could hear them baa.Such was the cost of being barkeep.I tried my luck.The others they laughed.MissContinue reading “Wild Dahlia”
Just For Two
Ah this should be sweetNot that I should careFor two lines to meetSweet candy upon my tongueCouplets, couples, lines of twoFor me or you or him and her, them and they, shall occurDoes this whole thing have to be two lines?No.Okay, good.You did it again.What?Two lines my friend.Truly two is fine enough to stopThe end.Continue reading “Just For Two”
Morning or Evening Tides
Is it morning?The start of a brand new day?Or evening as the day slips away?Fishermen, a man and his boyAs the tide is lowBoats anchored and moored;Hardships of a hard life endured.The light illuminates yet details aren’t clear.An impressionist influenceOr a realist reaction?Perhaps the light blinded himOr the clouds obscured.Well the sun has risen FurtherContinue reading “Morning or Evening Tides”
You Need A Vision
I enter the tent to begin my vision quest and can feel the disdain from those watching. Hey, this was not my idea! I want to yell at them but it is not my place. Besides, Osamu told me he would deny it if I told anyone it was his idea. It was his ideaContinue reading “You Need A Vision”
Let Me Slip Inside You
Let me slip inside youAnd rearrange your insidesYour heart moved into peaceLove and happinessYour stomachAlways fullLet me fill your pussySo there is no room for anotherYour back broken away from Backbreaking workYour womb moved To the warmth of a happy homeRearrange you so deepYour toes are dipped in the sands of exotic beachesWalking the heightsContinue reading “Let Me Slip Inside You”
Searching for Wisdom
Enlighten me with your words of wisdomDrop knowledge upon my headFill my ears with the song the universe singsListen well to me and heed the words I sayGo on a journey without taking a stepListen to the words the winds sayI have gone on a journey and listened to the windThough I don’t understand whatContinue reading “Searching for Wisdom”
The Hummer
Humbly I beseech theeNo humming in the libraryHmm? I can’t hear you.Nor do I want to.Thumbing your nose Will get you thumped out of this repository of proseHmmph I sayAgain I say nayI will hum all day This is for a dVerse prompt: Ho-hum, it’s time to poem! Pen us a poem of precisely 44Continue reading “The Hummer”
