You drive me mad woman,
make me feel like a puppet,
a regular lunatic.

So please darling,
please take me
with you
to the other side.
String me up,
move my body parts
with your slick fingers.

Choke me,
choke me,
choke me hard,
take my thickness
within your
temptress-spirit.

Destroy me,
take me down,
squeeze tight,
annihilate me
with your charms,
consume
my rapid flow.

I want to inhale us,
feel your lady-grip,
taste us,
suffocate myself
deep inside
your
warm glow
& feel spent.

She was stellar,
genie-like,
could pick up blueberries
with her lips.
That was some feat.
Magical.
Sweet.
Stella.

Your sweet
beautiful
delicate
fingers
melted me,
swirling
all five
gripped
furiously
at my heartstrings
& explosively
I succumbed
to your will.

She lies naked,
spread eagle
inside the circle,
glittering
in the candlelight.

Whispering
ancient-incantations
& chanting her desires,
she offers herself up,
guides me
with her circular
fingers.

And in a heightened
state of consciousness,
I awaken,
crazy with lust.

Unable to fight her,
I grip myself
imagining her treasures,
O what pleasure!

I feel her wizardry
with rapid movements,
am blown away
into another dimension,
hexed by her charms.

O my sweet sorceress,
how quickly
I succumb
to your magical ways,
so overcome
by your pixie dust!

In a million brain cells,
I've imagined myself
a million times
living in a parallel galaxy
a million parsecs away
past a million suns
& things still seem the same,
me believing in magic.

Billy J's pieces
were packed up
into one bag
& I know they did they're best,
but they missed an awful lot.
Splattered chunks of him
were still stuck
to the soffit
hanging
over us.
Mainly his brain.

No matter how hard
you try in the desert in pitch,
you cannot make them
look like fireflies,
becoming target.

I tasted me from your lips,
sipping moonshine from a mason jar.
You were always wild that way,
playful like an alley cat,
fat in all the right places.
I loved it when you were swollen,
you'd sit next to me in the shadows
& we both make a pact with the devil
when we did **** like that.
Matter of fact,
you had bigger ***** than most guys.
That was a major attraction for me,
a **** crazy babe
who could kick a man's ***
is a rarity these days.

Beneath your woolen sweater,
your headlights
looked like chiseled diamonds,
they made me
swollen with desire,
there's a fire
burning here.

But it's astonishing
to think,
these written images,
such vivid pictures,
are only
make-believe dreams
I have about you
(when I write all alone).

We had an unholy alliance,
you and I.
You played the Pope,
the devil me.
You were so fine,
you turned me
sinner.
And I would do it
all over again,
just to sip
from your chalice,
break your bread,
run my fingers
through
your sacrilige,
turn my blood
into your wine.

O darling
I want to inhale you,
smell your sweet
raw essence,
I want your fragrance
to permeate my soul,
I want to taste your flavor
through all my pores.

So spray me like a skunk,
slime me like a snail,
mark me like a deer,
make me your animal,
I can & will
be yours forever
baby.

Look at that full moon
my darling apparition.
The way its glow
permeates
through my shutters
is so mystical,
it heightens
this precious moment.

I shudder when I think of you,
kissing the way we used to,
you & I
together in repose.
Your toes would curl
& my goosebumps would
cover me like a blanket.
And you knew how to thank me,
giving me your all,
we'd crawl on the floor
having a ball.
When they
got to slappin',
something good
was about to happen,
something so good
it made you scream
****** ******.

So lie still lovely ghost,
I'm close to rapture.
& O please
haunt me soon,
I'm ready
for you to capture
my vivid dream.

She's absolutely delicious,
sweet like a nectarine,
light fuzz covers her
in all the right places.

I love the way she gushes,
so juicy like a ripe peach,
flowing in abundance,
heavenly-stickiness,
her face looking stellar.

She's very kind
& super fine,
teaches me
how to love her,
tasty like a cobbler,
I gobble her up
every chance I get,
it drives me
out of my mind.

She's definitly not a pet, but
rather a bowl of succulent fruit,
******* the size of peaches
with stout lovely-*******,
as hard as the pits.

I can't wait
to jam it with her,
I want  to make some
marmalade
of my own.

Unfurling the mat
I make peace with the down dog,
my breath and myself

I first saw her twisted braids
flying  in the air behind her,
she was spectacular,
a steady determination
flared from her eyes.

The blue water churned
from her steady strokes
as she pushed straight away
into the strong headwind,
a formidable force
to be reckoned with.

The power in her arms
were traced onto her muscular form
and she was gone in a flash,
like tropical-lightning.

I stared in awe,
had witnessed
a pretty lady and her shell
become one with the water,
as she disappeared
into the mist
so very alive.

Her T-shirt
matched
her Boston Terrier
named Lexi
& her flaming
red hair caught my attention,
her diction was perfect,
had emerald eyes
& a lot of *****.
She was heading back
to the big apple
to fulfill her dreams
of acting.
Turns out in fact,
I knew her mother's brother.
Man, it's a small world.

Somewhere between
El Paso & Las Cruces,
I threw out
an empty cheap-gin bottle
& in it
was
my good sense
and six bucks.
But I'm sure glad my truck
made it back to my home base...
Man 'O Man
Sweet Jesus,
I had only one bent rim.
Boy, I was lucky!

I ran back
down to Piccadilly Square
just to get a closer look
at that doll baby.

She rambled by so quickly in
striped red & white stockings,
her lemon yellow
draped her shoulders,
bouncing like springs,
like her gorgeous *******
& that sweet ****-tune.

She had vibrant graffiti
sprayed on her arms,
wore come-do-me ruby stilettos
as she glided like a storm trooper
along the promenade.

Her blackened full lips puckered,
with slanted paparazzi shades,
leaving a wake of open-mouthed
wide-eyed gawkers speechless.

Man, she was tough,
a rare cool bird,
struttin' her pretty
hot stuff,
it left me breathless.

Look at him dance so meticulously across the stage,
see his arms flow in harmony above his stringed-head.
Watch his bouncing-legs move in step with the agenda,
they move his fingers with such care, flys in air
with such delicacy, they can make him smile,
manipulate his eyebrows with subtle grace,
such excitement they paint on his face.
He's such a spunky toy, a prisoner,
a boy looking to cut strings.

I crave the taste of jam,
and like a kid
in your candy store,
I love licking you
off my fingers.

I want to smear my face
with your marmalade girl
and you know my favorite flavor,
so let's get cooking.

Primordial fragrances
wafted
through our room
as our sweet thoughts
were carried
by the cool breezes
out into the starry night
& I will never,
never forget the way
you breathed,
tasting my marmalade
on soft petals.

We saw six stars melt
& counted every constellation,
three signs of the zodiac,
kept ourselves warm
holding sticky fingers
& kissing each other's
sugary-lips.

The taste of marshmallows
lingered in our mouths,
as our tongues
played serpentine-games
with tightly-shut eyes
lying fireside.

I wanted to stay
with you like that,
love you infinitely,
but we both knew
nothing so nice
ever lasts.

Now, when I think
about the past
& melt marshmallows,
I see your pretty face,
remember your sweet-kisses,
feel your tender touch.
Only the Lord knows
how much I miss you.

So you should know darling,
I've saved your loving-memory
deep in my heart
forever & it comforts me
when I'm alone & cold.

Night descends as
gray velvet pulsates
the skies above me.
I hear the trickle
bouncing off a million leaves,
God's tears cleansing
sacred ground.

There is no dishonor
to be found in this land.
This holy place is
a gift from heaven
& that spirit
still lives
in mason jars.

And if I strain to listen,
I can hear phantom-shiners
howling at the moon
& playing fiddles.

You certainly make me granite,
emboldened with steel
& I know I make you tingle!

O darling, how can
the commingling of
sensuous-words
consummate our
perfect date & not allow us
to become masters
of a lonelier fate,
pray tell?

So you want to go higher
than your nicotine-induced rush,
get dreamier than your ethanol buzz,
speed faster than your ******* train,
eliminate the pain you find
deep in your heart
with chemicals
& compounds.

O indeed your brain
does pound, it screams
for a release.

So please pretty baby,
let me in,
open your door wide,
quit your hiding.

I can do all of those trippy things
and a whole lot more.
I can, I will
effect you organically,
magically,
completely,
with only myself,
a bowl full of ocean waves,
a six-pack of stars,
a sniff of green meadow
& maybe a kiss or two.

I keep getting itchy ears
& this burning feeling
deep in my heart.
And lately it feels like
I've disappeared inside myself,
thinking only about her.

She's so sweet and fair,
her hair has captured the sunshine,
she walks trance-like swiveling heads
& glitter flows from her fingertips.

Some say she's a witch
& a good one at that,
but I can't say if that's for real.
One thing is for sure,
she is pure,
pure unadultered magic
& I think,
I think maybe
I'm in love
with a pretty witch.

And well, now that
I think about her
amazing effect on me,
maybe it is her,
her captivating,
conjuring a love spell
just on me!

We'll see...only time will tell!

She said it wasn't her first rodeo,
so I told her
I wanted to pull pig tails
& with a yee haw,
she bucked like a wild filly,
me a bronco.

And who am I
to question,
a mere sojourner
seeking answers,
that float
on the wings of time,
grasping at moments,
never to be had again,
except in
another fairy tale
or tasted
in the summer rains,
perhaps, falling
in an autumn leaf
or shivering
in a winter cold
& born again
in spring.

My dipstick shows me
your lubricant is getting low
& that's not good for your engine,
it'll make your pistons slower.

But don't you fret yet little beauty,
I have some mechanical-skills
that will thrill you,
get you tuned up
to optimal performance,
they almost seem romantic.

In order to keep
your motor running smoothly,
I'll have to poke my head
up under your hood,
adjust your wiring,
check your plugs,
fill you up
with some more fluid.

Then, I'll place you
high on the rack,
look at your suspension,
make sure your wheels
spin uninhibited,
before I release some
drivetrain tension.

Hey listen to me fast-momma,
you'll have to schedule
an appointment soon,
'cause I'm getting full here.

O please hurry
& come quick,
I'm not sure how long
I can hold onto my tool
before I break free.

I breathe in breathe out
Do not fight sacred order
Am one with heaven

Enlightenment comes
from deep within,
not from burning sticks
& bamboo chimes.

The cool breeze
upon your face
helps.

There's a cool tropical breeze
blowing here Sweetheart.
I bet you'd feel it better
with a short skirt on
commando.
You know Darling,
I love playing soldier
with you
in this heat.
Meet me in ten...
privately.

They tortured me at the university.
They poured gallons of whiskey down my throat,
made me study boring subjects long into the night,
surrounded me with beautiful doll babies,
and lectured me until I was blue in the face.
The only trace that I ever existed there
are some records on microfiche
& a few faded pictures on fraternty composites
packed away,
taped shut,
in an attic box.
I still wonder if waterboarding
would have made me a genius
because the other methods
certainly didn't work.

By daylight,
they sold
burgers & chips,
the atmosphere
a bit chill,
touristy.

But at night,
things heated up.
The dance floor rocked,
the tiny rooms rolled.
They sold something
tastier than
meat and potatoes.

Many a ******
lost their pesos
to such festivities.

I watch you from every direction,
hang onto you every chance I get.

I never fail you with your desires,
my tongue is long & sticky.

I'd stand upside down,
if you wanted me to.

I can be anything you want,
can change quickly with your body heat.

I think so highly of you,
like a pedestal of the sun.

I think you're a whole lot of fun,
the sweetest of the very sweet.

Me not Tarzan, Me Chameleon.

I used to pump iron
deep in the heart of Texas.
where Meredith shined
like Waco,
the twisted cowgirl
with red braids
& wore rattlesnake Justins.

I have traveled
through time barriers
& the cosmic dust.

I have seen the abyss
& come back,
fallen.

I have returned
& I still burn,
a part of the sun,
forever.

Chastity wore pretty tiny flowers
in her spiraling dreads,
a fragrance of patchouli
wafted from her lithe form,
she was genuine spirit.
Her sister Divinity
loved summer dresses
and had even tighter dreads,
butterflies twirled
around her regal head.
They were the coolest sisters
on Mother Earth
& every time
they visited a forest,
they practiced
a wonderful habit.
They'd sing & chant
& dance & hug
aspens & pines,
chestnuts & sumacs,
hickorys & walnuts,
cherries & birches.
No joke, they even
hugged mighty oaks.

They pick melons
in green vined-fields
as far as the eye can see
because no one else will do it.
And some eating melon,
think life is easy.
I pass no judgment,
only excrement,
spitting seeds.

I'm so explosive
You're the sweetest receiver
Of my vanilla

Soundless above,
billions of stars collide,
kaleidoscopes of brilliant colors
seen for light years
& for a millennia
we dream.

Moon beams capture me lying in the dark shadows,
cloaked in black, my face feels the sting of the changing tides,
I fall to new lows, my lips are twisted from your disdain.

Star dust fell from your sweet fingers, you lit my world with beauty
& I succumbed to your petals, your soft subtle moves slayed me.
I remain enraptured. Nothing on earth can replace a person like you.

And now forlorn, dread fills my mortal body & I miss you with all my heart,
still wondering, did you find peace in your soul?

Nobody knows, mine is lost forever on the endless dunes of pain.

The tribes were sending signals,
it seemed someone has been sleighted,
a war seemed inevitable.

Of course, there was a way out,
but it was risky.
Mingo knew the outcome
if his idea failed.

When he slipped into the canoe
& paddled north,
his woman knew she
would never see him again.

She was right as
the battle came two days later,
Mingo didn't.

Traditional warmth
Mix of seaweed and tofu
Appetite whetted

Traditional warmth
Mix of seaweed and tofu
Appetite whetted

Bees make it
& I indulged in her kisses.
There was nothing sweeter,
the way we tasted,
those spots we made.

I'm still buzzing,
missing her
& the way
she made me feel
deep inside
her honeycomb.

She's magical at first,
makes you feel
like a million dollars,
fills your veins with love
& then you abuse her,
crave her,
ride her
like no tomorrow
& she takes you down,
on her own racetrack
destroys your life
as payback.

It was in a sweat lodge once,
you and me sat
deep in the middle
of the ancient forest.
Surrounded by pine trees
& lying in the *****
of our Earth Mother,
we received our sacred names
from the medicine man.
Yes it was true.
Together on a personal journey
& seeking knowledge,
we rode the good Red Road
into bliss.

You became
Miss Hummingbird
& me Mister Bee
& we saw the way
inside the burning fire.
Our desire was escalated
as more water smothered,
stoked the coals
into swirling
hot-visions.

The primal-perspiration
streamed over
our loinclothed bodies,
wanton,
our breathing
became erratic.
And with them lifted,
you gladly received my nectar
from behind in copious amounts
screaming.
I filled your sweet sweet cup,
all the way up to the brim.

And it was there,
connected in the darkness,
we became lost
in a harvest moon dream
& we kissed
forever.

Many a man
has succumbed
to her hot desires.
For she was
a dead legend
in these parts,
stone cold,
had ******
many a heart dry
(and they still cry).