“Dark Kisses Found in Light”
I lay in the black grass,
rain tears
passing across my face in the wind
kisses of hollow breeze brush my brow
a howling
soft kind
comes whimpering towards my ear
fear settles
time drawing the final line
finding my hands tied behind my back
clouds grow darker along with happiness
passive expressions
your look upon my face
a shy pace…
back and forth
your touch on my lips indecisive
the silent question for my permission being asked
your heart is scared
… i can tell
i felt it beating through your stare
i want to decline giving you the invitation
afraid of actually breaking free to feel again
shhhh!!!
listen!
the soultaker’s coming closer…
yes!
quick!
touch me!!!
kiss me!!!
do not forget my face
relief.
i’ve tasted sweet…
for the first and last time.
BedPool #1 – 4
“Stiff pauses
caught in the surprise of orgasm
space
laughs
moments silent
intersting…
thoughts of forever imagined.”
Scent smells like pussy, cosy
aroma of dark & dim. bringing
closer lips, hips thick, watermelon
sweet. vanilla cheeks, pictures of
a sunset to me. breath heavy
exhales send wonderful sensations,
heart becomes soft & free from worry.
needing your tongue to thirst quench,
my dick burst thick flames…
Your phoenix cums to cover me.
Bodies look like crossed fingers
our in betweens linger
closer & closer. lips
exposed to kisses
listening to quiet moans
in midnight.
the night sweats its ooze
smelling creamy sticky from her bush
cush, a scent still throughout the atmosphere
hearing the breeze caress the window
feeling flesh
pressing nipples
“first time” tickles cause vibrations
to crawl under our skin…
Eyes become the identity of stars.
Pleasant fuck motions
beauty & wet in repititions
catching breath in our ears. nostrils spreading,
inner lips the same from ins & outs, tip moist
from dips, heat burning away the sadness
to our souls. bliss fucking, suck & pressing
bottom mouth pieces,
enter
free admission
fields of sexual peace
releasing words of enjoyment…
Hot pleasures created…
Never boring.
“Bodies free
roam in the pit of this
protecting breast
chest comforts
no words
just…
Ahhhhhh!”
“NuckleBite”
Wet crashes on my lips like rocks & pedals—
delicious.
Pulsing in the deep—
thick.
Relax are the limbs and souls—
sweet tenders, sensations infinite,
missing not one spot.
Teeth leave creases—
Bite me harder lover.
Just/UnJust
jokes catch up to us,
becoming the villian of our own selfishness,
testing waters polluting anyway,
days and days forever revealing disapoint like faces,
situations causes our heads to tilt and tears begin to form in secret,
we indeed need a remedy of our madness,
individual careless type methods reminding, asking the question…
when will you grow up?
moving as cars in lanes with no regard for brothers and sisters just like you,
truth – the heart tells us about ourselves.
death will soon be apart of the last paragraphs to be written,
conclusions to everything, is a must.
irrelevant the thinkings of man and their reports and money dealings.
not caring or even considering the small people.
equal – not even a word anymore.
our fairy tales…they catch up.
foot, step…not matter the pace, time moves…
with or without us.
choices… they are the vex to our souls.
ClearLoveRemedy (The Music Inspires…)#3
“*77(EroticRose)”
the queen of french vanilla rides on her chariot towards the castle, I pass through the flower garden. Madam, pardon the usual meet and greet upon arriving to our domain, Playing with flirt expressions & lessons of new stares into each other’s eyes.
let us cruise on the clouds of freak erotic through the halls where kisses echo, spinning & dancing, slowly like a screwed track, our fingers & palms attack our faces, tasting the smell of breath & flesh,
cheek resting on cheek, arms clothing the being skins, freeing our minds of nothing but pure light & silence, letting imaginations develop our mental love perfection. less & less the sounds of the world become – a mute bliss.
comprehended & computed since day one. the beginning taking form all over as a couple’s 50th celebration, beautifully perverse with similar & opposites, sweet allure, fresh air as constant communication, we collapse on the bed of roses like water splashes.
feet & toes converse with themselves like caresses, adorable flashes & views, we lick each other’s lips, exchange tongue sucks, hands motion, thirst desired from the pussy cup, smelling the wet flow, space covered with comfort as we reside in the red darkness.
our eyes brighten like colors in a graphic novel, we proceed to write our own scene. our spirits reading as a porno paragraph, sealing my physical with cream painted walls, sex colors create punch-drunk love spots, forever drinking from the cup… swallow… gulping… as if it were the first time.
77 stars. we are the erotica children. we are each other. permanent 1.
“LOVE”
beautiful differences like the fall season. perfect creation as giving birth. cute and beguiling. mountains of disappointments climbed to reach this peak…
we can finally enjoy the view with someone worth loving.
“LifeLong”
our presence is real
the peeling away of old scales as ended
keeping the thought of forever close
most memories, if not all, on the other side of past’s bedroom door, is shut
key thrown away
the mirrors in this house of commit reveal reflections of temptation to all of us
the forbidden trust, the trust no one really wants to face, it stares
challenging
double daring like an elementary bully
… to do the right thing
walk slowly on that narrow road
looking sideways causes accidents
wishing not for our union to go into cardiac from being arrested in the negative
our feelings
they blend
things told like giving out too much information
emotions shown through facials and speech more than some
i was fed a pill today
placing me to rest
performing dreams
entirely one another’s…
Life Long.
“WeAreWarm”
waves whispering to the sound of peace,
around us,
the chaos doesn’t cease to an end.
having to pretend for the sake of sanity,
mainly for each other.
the world shows on a daily,
without love…
it is terrible.
it is trouble.
causing the stomach to growl with sadness,,
passing each other with stares of passion’s symptom.
missing the touch & feel whenever day-to-day departures brings space
in between holding hands.
the heart preaching to us,
to I,
never return to the wastelands of meaningless encounters.
vain pride showing now,
there are lessons & reasons for mistakes.
take her hand before saying
i love you,
squeeze the body just a little tighter before that
last morning kiss before later.
make fire in the soul to remind,
we will never be cold again.
“HairStrings”
sexy plays with her hair on occasions
clever patient time endured in watching you
so cool
so refreshing
easing the pumping under my breast-plate
my life source running a course toward the center of peace
a field…
filled with sounds & interludes of heaven’s strings
i hear the violins of beauty
i marvel from pleasant performance of chords to develop in my soul whenever you are close to me
conversations & silence together transform into songs
motioning with innocence every opportunity to feel your face,
to peel away any & all hurt with a look
it is my fetish – our essence of goddess like attractiveness
never pictured or even daydreamed of a queen such as you beside me
i love it when you play with you hair.
“SmileCharm”
Her smile lights up the world. I see Venus’s face whenever you look at me. I was suppose to be the man never worth loving. I guess God’s present to me is surprisingly,
an indicate the world’s a lie. Even though the off & on moodiness,the heart & inner remains high from the so-many infinite possibilities. It’s worth the work & reaching for. So many ties & mental band chords kept my invisible eye covered for what it could be. Maybe it was myself for the longest time. Sands for the hourglass at a standstill at times it seemed before you. Lessons learned. homework assignments to complete whenever knowledge & love is expressed & shared. Would rather fill your skin than blankets. Never cared about the window being opened & letting the cold in – just God touching us. Never want anything as much as a laugh from one another ‘cus that look, that smile… it erases everything. Invisible in a world black & we’re the only brightness. Repeating silently to my spirit… this is where we belong. this is where you belong… cherish her.
“MoTions”
CelebrateCreateRelateRemoveVexFrustrationEliminateConversePush
MakeitworkMoveforwardNeverdeclineRemindselfofgiftsbeforeyou
GiveasmuchRespect
Neverneglectandwrongfullybringadownwardness
ForwardprogessRegressionnotanoptionMorereasonstogivethanks
Planttheseedoflonglasting
Anotheryearahead
Passingthepettythingsinthefurnaceofforgetfullness
YoursEternally
Hot Meltings (Spoken)
ContentInsideChaos (The Music Inspires Me…)#2
“ConscienceLetters”
words traveling, unraveled by the infinite developments, missing in action the normal downward view, so satisfied the past existed has faded and gone like the wind.
blend and mixed letters, no longer flying with the familar flocks of feathers. the weather has changed for the benefit of I… reaching the destination once and forever dreamed of, camouflaged doves turned out to be crows with thorn shaped beaks, peaking and picking, looking and seeping was the life source of bliss and content.
so close to a permanent nest of loosing one self, felt the possesion of low, feel of nothing for the longest… i confess a newness.
my life, my letters, created by decisions and mistakes… my own alphabet.
“AWalkInTheConcreteDesert”
feet are sore
cold from the back and forth roamings throughout this place
tasting the need for guidance
prancing around in the open areas with sky towers are those who care about wasted activities
something brewing in the mist
invisible as the daily winds
comments and views by irrelevant voices as empty as nothing
heart displaying emotions of violent attacks
lack of everything is everywhere
unable to escape
wish peaceful mornings existed as a constant 24
all day
all quiet
mind…
set upon things worth persistance
must maintain and not sink in the quicksands of this world.
“Youth”
steal away your right to live. trust me, this world and the people in it, sure as hell won’t give it to you. approach life as a priviledge, trust me… nothing will be free. the phrase itself… turned into a played out cop-out!
they lift their heads and noses as if all is automatic, their tactics of respect have changed.
thanks to their flesh and blood examples.
running ramped,
attempting to search, to find,
peace…
purpose…
love.
Lashing and killing themselves, destroying their bloodlines,
believing the beautiful of it to be too far,
out of reach,
wake up! pull your head out of your asses! the older kind… shut the fuck up! cease with the control! discontinue with rolling the dice, for the generation to come… they’re crapping out on a unforgettable basis!
thanks to the crooked path before them. and we wonder why the youth remains in the sad state…
nobody cared to tell them the truth.
“BlindEyes”
Should have seen the outcome approaching
should have set my hands upon the knowledge pistol within my mental holster
coping is such a depressing thing if unable to figure a way out
shouting due to mishaps,
betrayal,
and “shit happening” type scenarios won’t do any good.
placing on the hood of misery covering will cause the company worth obtaining to disappear.
the reflection in the mirror at night while you’re alone reminds…
you’ll never see the view pointed out to you…
with closed eyes.
“HandCuffs”
Used…
to lock away the guilty and innocent
to establish order
to issue control
to produce fear
to silence the words and cover the ears
to make the last of dying revolutions obsolete
to create lies and make our daily new on King 5
to produce endless news copies of Seattle, LA, & NY Times
to gain trust and make us believe anything
for pleasure
for reckless power and empowerment
congratulations America…
you’ve become the new Dominatrix!
“ConfusedRealities(Conclusion)”
remove the needles
prove to ourselves
there’s more to life than the bullshit.
(LoveSexual)The Music Inspires Me #1
“Imagining”
The hairs rising, ticking, beginning the imagination routine, repeating similar scenes of certain moments, identical seconds of every view, every look, nothing changes. Perfect. Perfecting the craft of seductions, unable to stop the daydream, I likes it… Think I’ll join the movie with you.
“AfterHours”
Chilly is always the room. Comforters and naked keeps us warm.
Bodies torn and buried in the pit of hugs.
Dug into the back flesh. Pinches and hand prints.
Tense and aggravated from earlier have turn into ash.
Ears opened to the sound of 1130pm; the passings every now and then of those things called plastic wheels.
The way red light in the dark shines across your facial…
soft covered smiles…
Always a surprise.
“monogamous”
Teasing… The spoil queen shows her various as the difference of sun and moon, the change at times tolerable, catching by surprise the reality of different. Difference. New to learn. Old to retire. I am experience at this point in life. Thankful. Desire for more… Improve beyond limits. Love persistent. Goal drunk. Passion Fire to never result in being put out the waters of nothing. Routines of wasted time… Gone with the wind. Beginning to naturally see… I like this.
“IceMoments”
Tip toe across the ran carpet,
Fingering the skin,
weather blank and quiet,
nothing to hear… only breathing.
heat freezing bodies to the point of stiff,
lift our heads…
luscious lip exchanges.
“WantMeWantU”
Intentions as clear as horny under surface. Come closer… so the feel causes burning sensations. Tongues performing play dances inside our verbals. Come closer… your wet. my hard… dual rehearsal. Comfortable possessions. Teaching each other lessons of affection. Chill breezes. Soothing ease. Creases and curves bring to dawn smiles and stare sparkles. Serving appetizers of embrace, swaying… stirring our beings into a mixture of spring/fall love. Cling to the mist temperature we create… delightful.
“FacePillows”
Brief conversation unfolds like whispering volume from the television.
Listening carefully, kisses in between pauses.
Flawless view of flesh in the dim dark under covers.
Flirt and blush continue, speaking on various subject matters,
random pleasants of words exchanged. Tones rather light as feathers.
She beguiles me with her silk approach. Still,
in awe by her physique, her features…
let us elope into the night…
Precious woman swan.
“SexLoveInTheNight”
Tear
Grab
Lust
Smooth
Coolvibe
Throwndown
Pouncing
Sighs
Tearsofpleasure
Joy
Deploy
Sexjuice
Prettyview
Cluelessstares
Sweatflares
Sweetdesserts
Soulsdisperse
Bedfield
Sheetgrass
Intimateblanket
Waterclear
Pleasantcream
Feed
Digest
Swallow
Tendermercy
Aggressiveforgiveness
Shinyanimatedeyes
Look
Silence
Nextdestination…
Clouds
“OurPhotoShoot”
On point as rhythms, nothing off beat,
feet caressing to snares, cares of unnecessary cast away by the strings,
mellow singing,
our meetings forever genuine. Breeze carrys us to the nest, body
relax gently with warm hands, movement as turning pages slowly,
the erotic novel,
creating every word and paragraph with action,
sexy thick model,
poses of you…
flashing deep inside my hearts’ secret light.
Like the scenery, the texture,
the facials, our expressions connecting.
Let’s neglect our plans for the rest of the day…
skip out on life, embark on a private venture.
Roleplay…
