I started at your temples,
circled your pretty-eyes
with fluttering-butterflies,
I nibbled pixie-nose
to succulent open-lips,
O yes, your delicious mouth!

I brushed a delicate neck
south to hardened pleasures,
each one a delicacy,
then sank between
heaving ribs
to pretty-button.
You giggled as I moved
over flat terrain, tenderly
to your nirvana-mound,
found them tickling petals,
a tasty flower!

Then onward
inside your spread-thigh,
over dimpled bent-knee
to suckle
your rose painted-toes!

Lord knows,
I went straight back up,
rather quickly,
to taste Heaven once
again & again,
you sighed,
I cried with joy!

I told her I had shut down,
there was nothing there anymore,
then I kissed her again.
I lied.

He always had so much to say,
would ramble on
about his family
& lover endlessly.
The Mets & hiking upstate,
Coney Island & The Statue.
The last thing he said was,
"****, I've been hit!"

It was said to see him go like this,
I kissed his *** goodbye
as the bird
whirled away.

He was whispering to us
about his girl,
the love of his life,
waiting for him
back home, then
walked gingerly
into a pink mist,
his leg landed
right next to me,
as I kissed the Earth,
prayed to God
in a forsaken land.

Now I know
how a vampire feels
when he meets the stake.
It ******* hurts.

On all fours,
she became frenzied,
almost primal-like,
begged me
for more of my art
& I obliged,
left her some
of my best handiwork,
all over one
of her greatest
assets.

She always said I was dense,
but when she asked me
to get my tongue waxed,
told me she wanted to
**** two birds with one stone,
I was baffled.
Did I miss something,
I mean,
like what the hell?

I know what you do at night,
when you go out late,
stay out
'till just before
the sun comes up
with blood on your lips.

O darling,
your secret is safe.
I'm silently
begging inside
for you, for you
to take me,
to drain me
of my life force,
to make me immortal.

And somehow
I know, I know
you won't do it.
****** I,
I still pray for you,
for you to bite me hard,
to **** out my very soul,
but I know your heart,
your tender side &
I know you'd
never curse me,
hide me away forever
like that, so cold
with crying eyes.

Pushing pens
beyond all boundaries
as if we have
all the answers.
Imagine us,
on this tiny speck,
floating amongst
trillions of stars.
if only we should be so smart.
I think I know nothing
about the Heavens.

After the hunting trip that year,
Charlie was never the same,
some said he was totally insane,
'cause he now acted a little queer
at certain times of the month
& some other bizarre things
that were happening around him.

On full moon nights,
he'd take his shoes off,
throw on a plaid shirt & jeans
& stay out late,
would come home
early in the morning.
Usually his clothes
would be hanging in tatters,
ripped to shreds.

Other weird things
were definitely noticeable.
He had a sudden
strange aversion
to pure silver,
neighborhood cats & dogs
avoided him
& his incessant
high-pitched howling
in the shower was annoying
to say the least.

Whatever happened to
Charlie is debatable,
but calling him insane
may be a little over the top.
I wished the guys would stop.
I know plenty of them
who act the same way,
freaking hypocrites.

There is something
in the way she moves,
it's magnetic,
mesmerizing
like a swan in glory.

Her hands move with such grace,
the lips she speaks with
takes away breath,
a siren's voice
so soothing,
her energy is explosive.

I can taste her in her eyes,
waves splash inside them,
a temptress with God given talents
& unparalleled beauty.

I know she's out there,
somewhere.

Things can go both ways.
I know.

She was over thirty and married.
I was 15 and couldn't even shave yet.
Still, she took my dreams away,
the ones I kept
about a white wedding
& being saved
for that special one.

Things can go both ways.
I know.

She ******* stole my dreams
feeding her own pleasure.
And sure it was nice.
Very.
But I mean
who doesn't like
those kind of physical feelings?
**** it
would have been better
if she had warned me
about not being the first.
I could never be honest
again
after that.
That hurt the most.

Things can go both ways.
I know.

I'm running out
of my deep emotions,
drawing a blank on any
more significant memories,
my life has been written
in just a few hundred poems,
some are epics, most are much shorter.

And even with all this intimate exposure,
you probably still don't really know me.
In fact, I don't even know myself,
I get surprised all the time
by what comes out of me.
Hey, there's a subject,
well, maybe not!

Moroccan mint has soothed me
into a heightened state tonight.
The fan spins its usual melody
as electricity runs through my veins.
I am mesmerized as images of you
run through my repertoire of sensuous-acts.
Make-believe fragrances of your
sweet-essence takes me to forbidden places.
My searching-hands know no bounds as I play out
our passion play in the confines of my empty bed.
You cannot hear my deep sighs, see my sensual actions,
or feel the consummation of my fiery-desire,
but somehow, I know you know
your spirit is here in mutual satisfaction,
poles apart & a million miles away.

I lay
staring
at the spinning blades,
could hear your deep breathing,
it was almost a snore.
Our lovely-odor
permeated
the dimly-lit
room.

I lay
and bore witness
to the strewn clothes
lying in various places
around on the floor,
remembering your
wild-antics.

I lay
there
& for a brief moment,
it felt like only we existed,
then the sound of a radio
clicked on somewhere
down the hall,
probably six doors
away
from our
room.

I've know every square inch
of your beautiful topography,
kissing you from your crown
to the tips of your toes.
I've memorized every curve,
nook and cranny,
slipped between your hills,
ventured up
into your valley
& journeyed over
your long stretches.
And during my travels
over you,
I learned wanderlust
& I must have you,
again & again.

I saw my future in the ravines
of his leathery face,
smiling toothless
with spilled bones all around,
he chanted & pointed skyward,
mumbling in ancient tongue.

It seemed the world stopped,
like we were both
waiting for a sign.
And we got one,
it was in the form
of a scarfed condor,
which flew above us
on mammoth
outstretched wings.

Some people don't believe
in such portals,
but I do,
I walked through one.
I licked the sun that day
with my own tongue
& tasted god flying.

I play to the tempo
of a different sort,
when I visualize
what you do to me,
such contortions,
changing course
with hardened blazing-steel,
it feels so real.

I feel
the rush of the waves,
stimulating me,
building to a crescendo,
& I think I want
this to last forever.

But near the brink,
my breath shortens,
then I shudder,
arc explosively,
spasmodically
clenching myself
with your grip
to a sweet emptiness,

Here alone
I lie breathless,
thinking of your tender caress
& dreaming
of your succulent-fragrance.

I lie here,
dead ******* drunk,
whiskey venom swirls
through my veins
& I have become
the truest of believers,
****** madness
has made me more acute,
I am enlightened.

Outside my window,
cars honk out in the street,
heaps of molded steel
rush past each other,
their drivers flicking
fingers & butts.

And over in the next city,
I can hear the jackhammers
destroying the hero-statue
& the old *******
crying into their
calloused hands,
praying for the resurrection.

But those young ones
in the neighboring state
are waiting,
waiting
for the insurrection
to follow.
They know it by instinct.
They scream out in unison
that the time has come
for those ancient dynasties
to crumble.

O yes, the effects of inebriation
have taken hold me
& sadly,
I am at a loss to help
such rebel souls rumble.
I cannot even crawl
across the floor
to open the door.

So here I lie
in my own puke
& yet
I still
smell the roses
& think about
the other junkies
who lie drunk,
****** *******
wallowing
in their own puke,
dreaming of the revolution.

Get a grip on yourself darling,
there's no reason to worry,
I am solidly with you
on all points
of your view.
I like what I see
& you will too.
Believe me.

She is one special lady,
I love meeting her demands,
I'll do anything for her,
she's so ****** quick.

And with a yank,
a stroke & a wink,
I relinquish myself,
succumb to her craving,
filling her appetite
with my pleasure.

Her looking up
with that precious gleam
& pretty smile,
it's dreamy.

Your triple crown
topped in
ice-aged white,
rises above the morning light,
breathtaking,
so majestic & tranquil.
Many have succumbed
to your magic,
to the dangerous-passion
you do satisfy.

I heard you calling,
seducing me
in an alpinista language.
Your ancient frozen voices
shoot snow streamers
into the blackened skies,
beckoning me
to take your summit,
but only if
you'll let me.

Triple jewel so
giant,
so daunting,
you bask under
Andean moonlight.

So bright,
a milenium eagle,
dream weaver beacon,
you create fright
in your staunchest foes,
respect drawn & quartered
into the minds of
the cragsmen,
dead
& alive.

Pour me another round friend,
set me up a other shot,
I want to celebrate,
hide,
get away,
escape from all this pain.

Oh & please
refrain from any judgment,
it's my money.
If I want to squander it
for even more misery,
that's my choice,
not yours.

And, besides,
why fight my request,
it's what you get paid to do,
I promise I'll leave
you a big tip mate,
pay you good money
for killing me
a little bit more
tonight.

Cheers!

Kiss me with your pretty eyes
lil' darling &
I'll powder your nose,
tell you the things
you want to hear,
place a rose
behind your ear.

There's no stopping
those precious moments,
especially when they
overtake you
so quickly.

You want spontaneity,
then just shake
your tail feathers doll,
I'll set you on fire,
right on the spot,
with my Phoenix rising.

It was a cosmic trip
we took,
her & I.
Next to our altar,
candles burned,
her hot beads of sweat
dripped into my mouth
& I swallowed
her soul.
Lying awakened,
I remembered the smell of her hair
& she forgot my name.
I lost her somewhere
between
the stars,
behind the raging sun.

We trudged through
a hidden ravine
just below the ridge line
smoking and joking
about a wishful stay at Club Med.
Granite boulders
blocked us from the wind
and the coming storm
creeping up the valley floor.
Clouds came and went quickly,
like zephyrs watching our progress,
there were too many to count,
but we knew they were there
to guide us.
And when the rain started,
it did melt us,
it froze us to our very cores.
The whole place
seemed like
a portal into
a time and place
long forgotten.
And when
we finally made it back
to base camp,
a full day had disappeared
in just ten minutes.
That's what mountains
do to you.
They make you lose your mind.

We wore torn blue jeans,
the holier the better,
pearl-buttoned shirts
& pointed Justin's
rounded out
our tough-guy
wardrobe.

We guzzled whiskey
& Crown
& told most folks
to kiss our *****,
even the coppers.

The pretty lasses loved us
& some had bigger ***** than us,
they tried to capture our hearts
& make real men out of us.

Sometimes
they succeeded
& sadly,
sometimes not,
our common sense
clouded
by alcohol-laced
testosterone.

I lost a lot of precious time
trying to be cool.

We were born at the beginning of time
& from a swirling
mass of primordial sludge,
we came forth,

Travelling at supersonic speeds
we collided in a big bang
& created the entire universe
at our disposal.

I love creation stories and the fact
we were attracted to each other
due to gravity
& magnetism.

I remember the room,
the way it smelled
so fresh
& you
so ripe
lying there
in all your splendor.

O Darling,
that sweet fragrance
burns,
has left a brand
on my brain,
I'll never get
over the searing,
'cause
I loved your heat.

She uses her split-tongue
in ways you wouldn't believe.
I crave her hot breath,
love riding her scaled-tail
romantically
& when she uses her sharp claws
on my arched back,
I succumb to her magic.

Most guys hate it
when their girls
scream and yell.
Not me.
I really love it,
I think it's swell.

I'm no misogynist,
I'm the furthest thing from it
& I do love her style,
the fairer ***.
But she knew
she'd ticked me off again,
told me to give her
the best that I've got,
a real mouthful,
I didn't mind.

So, I did,
just as she'd said.
I released a steady-stream
of heady-expletives,
read her the riot act,
went on the attack,
held nothing back,
I emptied my barrel.

I mean, I went up
one side of her,
straight down the other,
smothered her with diatribe,
and when I got done,
had had my verbal-run,
she looked up at me
with those beautiful
sultry calm-eyes,
apologized & smiled,
then proceeded to get
another mouthful
of what we craved the most.

God, I'm weak,
but she's so kind,
such a pretty little devil!
Like I said up top,
I love her so much,
her constant style
of ticking me off!

I love pretty flowers,
fields of them,
kaleidoscopes of vibrant colors,
twirling,
swirling in the gentle breezes,
kissing the warmth
of the loving sun.

I live in the twilight,
a purgatory-place,
in between
brilliant luminescence
& sheer darkness.
And I can't say
I find total comfort here,
but is there anything that complete?
I mean,
I could be out on the street.
So certainly things
could be
so much worse
than this limbo...
I love this place.

I saw you at the county fair
& I knew I had to have you.
Your skin so fair,
you walked as if
you were on air,
every eye was upon you
as the minstrel
played romance.

Our eyes spoke volumes,
I was consumed
by your loveliness
& quickly we agreed
to meet
secretly
in the shadows,
just up the cobblestoned street.

When the sun set
& the stars showed
their pretty little faces,
I gathered myself
& headed toward that place,
the place of our fiery embrace.

I melted again
when I saw you
& held you ever so close.
my fingers undid your lace
& I was swept into you,
determined to leave my mark.

The noises we made
startled the meadowlarks
& I filled you
with my good pleasure.

O how I love the county,
fair maiden!

The full moon peeks at me
from behind the parting clouds,
I see its face
& am mesmerized by
its sheer beauty.

It calls me
& I wonder
how many lovers
have been smitten
by such celestial power.

A spiderweb cracks the sky
in oranges and reds
as I inhale deeply
the mountain mist,
I insist this place is Heaven.
Twenty minutes ago
the singing began
in earnest,
echoing off the white oaks,
those twisted hickories.
And in a frenzy,
Goldfinches
crack sunflower seeds
by the pound.
Oh the wonderful sound!
I love this place,
nestled near
the West Fork
of Wolf Creek.

I love to watch her rise,
gaze into her amber eyes
from afar,
reflecting their beauty
as she draws her bath,
exposes her porcelain,
flawless
lovely-orbs
to the droplets.

And from
my vantage point
hidden,
I watch her sweetest moments,
fold upon fold,
I am held spellbound,
breathless
to her tender caresses,
lost in the rain
& crying joy.

You have the prettiest
eyes in the world Darling,
they make me melt,
I get overcome
when you look at me.
I love it when you gaze
deeply into my own,
because eye-contact with you
is everything,
especially
when you
swallow
my pride
and feel joy.

Give me your heart
& I'll give you mine.
Give me your soul
& I'll curl your toes.

'Cause you Lil' Darling
ring my bell
& I'm a bit ding-a-ling
when my bell gets rung,
I want to ring back.

You'll love it,
the tinkling sounds
I know we'll make.

The Earth will quake
with the rockin' & rollin'
we'll do in the midday sun
& under the stars at night, too!

Sometimes
I feel like nut
& when I do,
it's a pistachio.
I love to act tweaked,
paint myself green,
hulk it up a bit.

I have a jester's hat,
it's bright & colorful,
tipped with eight jingle bells.
It's perfect for the days
when I play
the village idiot.

By the way,
I'm not a brilliant guy,
I just like to stare
wide-eyed up into the sky.

And I ain't no bigot to others,
not even toward midgets,
'cause they're part of my family,
& we love to play stupid.

I've been staggering
for as long
as I can remember,
crawling through the mire
of heartbreak & troubles,
****** up on living,
intoxicated by the sun,
I binge on the moon,
get hung up on galaxies & stars.

I've driven fast cars & junkers,
hungered for ***,
received texts from
the heads of state
& poor white trash.
I get my fixes from bullfrogs
& leprechauns,
these shivers come
from delivered pizza,
I sweat bullets
watching flowers grow.
When I stare at ant piles
my mind goes blank,
get dt's
when I can't wish,
dream upon a star
or two or three.

If you really knew me,
you'd say I was a ******,
a ******* lover of life,
addicted to the world,
a bohemian flunkie,
rejected by the status quo,
but you don't know me,
so shush up.

I run on adrenalin
twenty-four seven.
I can kick ***,
take no prisoners
& softly kiss,
rub my fingers
delicately,
through your hair.

And you say,
you want *******,
can taste
my pheromones
in the air.

Then go ahead tough girl,
open your shut door
wide,
quit hidin',
I'll play your
silly little game.

But darling,
don't you blame me
if I taint you.
My adrenalin's addictive
& you'll want more,
of that I'm sure.
'Cause I'm a chemical,
a chemical you
cannot resist.

I descended along the spine,
while half the world slumbered
and the rest blundered,
counted every star
in every constellation
& made a pact
with the starry heavens.
I called it an atonement,
an atonement
for reoccurring sins.

My back was taut there,
I stood rigid,
hard as granite
& closed my eyes.
I kissed,
I licked
the frozen rain.
I hugged,
I squeezed
the gale force winds.
I fingered,
I cupped
the zephyr
at six thousand meters.
It was cosmic,
totally *******,
genuine nirvana
& breathless too.

In her own words,
I imagined how nice
it would be between her & me.

Such a scenario is indeed,
delicious to contemplate.
Soft-sunlight peers in
from under bamboo blinds,
intertwined candles
burn from the previous night,
we do not fight our fiery-intentions.

Her precious body lies under me,
I feel her chest on mine,
grip her sweet lady-hips
fully engaged,
move rhythmic & with gentle care,
melodic.

As she arches her back,
I discover her soul,
release within her,
flow warmth as she shudders,
me growling low,
whispering her name,
she sighs contentment,
holds tighter,
I feel her move.

We collapse enraptured,
kiss, hug, squeeze,
inhale each other,
then continue on to our slumber,
me inside of her still,
both satiated.

Steal away,
steal away this moment darling,
drift in and out of consciousness,
find a private place
& play,
imagine,
imagine my face buried deep,
bringing you comfort
at this secret moment
and let go
your loving flow.

Imagine me
with a single feather
and you,
pretty-you
laying buck naked,
comfortably
on the softest down,
just imagine.

Imagine yourself
intertwined
with an anteater,
an octopus &
a chimpanzee
all at once
in a room with soft lighting,
beaded curtains,
vanilla incense burning
& Barry White crooning
under a full moon.