Do you want to know a secret
& can you keep one,
'cause I've got a story to tell,
it's so mysterious,
it will make your
imagination run wild.
I certainly can't
reveal it all on paper,
then it wouldn't be secret,
but I can give you
a few clues sweetness.

I can tell you about
Sasquatch & Atlantis
& the dark side of the moon
just for starters.
I'll even throw in
the pyramids & Jimmy Hoffa
for a treat, but
it's my heart that melts
when our eyes meet,
when our lips touch,
that's hard to keep quiet.

Sssshhhhhh, please kiss me darling.

The second I imbibed
her,
I knew she had me.
It always happened
that way.
That lovely warm-rush
in my head
and her sweet kisses
on my lips,
traveling
down
my throat,
deep
to my heart.
She brought me
to my knees.

I want to unload
in abundance,
bury my thoughts deep
inside you,
plant them like seeds
in the furrows
of your wanton-mind
& nurture them.

And as I watch them,
watch them grow,
I will see
your imagination
run wild
& feel you explode
in the beauty
of my flow
you know,
you crave
so well.

A virtual prisoner
I am at times
to those demons trapped inside
my creative mind.

They claw,
they scratch,
they beg,
they whisper to me at night,
driving me to madness,
to the very brink
of my sanity.

I do not seek pity,
I need an escape,
a deliverance,
to find the right words,
to get these feelings out of me
before they get locked within
forever.

You always liked the way I stood behind you,
the way my breath tickled your neck,
the way my fingers infected your good judgment.
And after the ice was finally broken,
nothing was forbidden,
it wasn't kidding anymore,
it was the real thing.
You'd smile,
lock the door behind me
and beg me to stand behind you.
You know me.....see us go!

She's taken everything
& I let her.
My spirit, my heart, my soul,
drained me to no end.

But no need to point fingers,
there's enough already
to go around
for everyone.

I'm hoping to
take some responsibility,
to create
a drought
on blame.

That might help
to ease some pain.....but, I doubt it!

I need to speak
with the cobra,
lie with pigeon,
and get down
with a dog
to feel real again.

Lying here
in the darkness,
I am sending you
good vibes
across the astral plane.
I find it hard
not to refrain
my sensual-intent,
but visions of you
being bent over
trickle from the stars,
making me wonder
if your fingers
point to the Heavens.
I can only speculate
& like I said,
send you into
that special place,
a nirvana in the sky.

Separate yourself,
pull yourself away
from the mundane.

Think deep,
deep
deep thoughts of me.
Split your mind
into a million particles of fantasy.
Let me explode,
explode
explode
into your sweetest
fiery-thoughts.

I want to take you,
make you breathless,
carress you with clairvoyant-love,
so real.

With mighty branches
reaching into the stars
& roots stretching
deep into the earth,
they stand tall,
these ancient sentinels
are indeed,
the center of the universe.

It's not the strange
voices in my head
telling me
what devious
things to do.

I swear,
it's the solar flares
that make me
****.

The first time was tough,
quite experimental,
I sat & I wondered,
could I actually go through with it,
take them all by surprise,
spray them with crafted-word,
drive verses deep into their hearts
& wear my emotions on my sleeves,
then go back into hiding?
Could I lie unknown,
in the same universe as you,
with my thoughts still racing,
until the next outburst?

But the need and the need and the need,
this incessant craving to be read,
to scribe more and more and more,
to get these sacred demons out,
to release my tormented soul,
to ******* my mind
into tiny bit and pieces,
to feel the rush,
of this euphoria,
I must!

O my unforgotten memories,
do you feel them,
do you feel me,
my eyes are rolling back in my head,
thinking of this crazy love.

On and on and on they go,
my mirror images of you
& one is never enough.

Serpentine lovers
Relishing each other's joy
Dual sweet *******

I am alone on this planet
& I can hear the sun crying,
leaves whispering sweet nothings
to soothe me until the coming of the night.
That's when the shadows come out to play.

It's like soft feathers,
a plush feeling
wherever my feet
greet the floor,
light blue
& outdated.

Whether
you
believe it or not,
I
loved you
so.
You
were
the one
I never
got
to have,
to be
mine.

Swirling thoughts of her
electrify my entire body.
I'm buzzing here,
from my head
all the way down
to my toes.
I visualize every
square centimeter
of her,
so enticing,
this hot-vision,
when her hands become
mine & I explore her,
count every freckle,
disappear inside her soul.
These thoughts
& frenzied-actions
make me whole,
especially when
I shake,
share my steam
in this dreamy-state.

The blue on her shiner
matched the azure of her irises,
she'd try to cover it cosmetically,
you could tell she was sad.

What a pathetic ****** he was,
big tough guy he wasn't,
he'd last about a second
in the real ****,
be crying home
for his mommy.

I,
I am,
I am a testimony
for the brokenhearted,
and yet,
and yet I,
I still love with it,
you,
you,
cracked you.

She's such a free spirit,
but ******,
the lava lamp
should have been a clue,
a dead giveaway
that she was everbody's girl.

I do love the light they burn,
but never ever did I think
that about her until now.
There was lipstick
smeared all over her face
& she couldn't even
look me in the eye.

And it's not the first time
something strange
like this has happened.
Two weeks ago,
she smelled
like men's cologne
& her ******* were missing.
She always wears *******,
seems like I'm the one
who's always crying.

I was up all night,
tossing & turning
all over my bed
burning with hot visions
of her sweet grandeur.
For she could blow,
blow huge bubbles
through a cocktail straw
& madly crawl,
crawl all over the floor
chasing rabbits.
What a dream she was!

My wings grow weaker,
I feel fainter in a solo-flight
heading into the brilliant-sun,
discovering truths of fiery-passion,
these reckless reasons to fall apart.

The wax at my joints
is becoming unglued,
it's frightful,
becoming unhinged.

I am the darkest of angels
seeking the light,
starting
to shed my delicate feathers,
scared & trembling.

She has an affinity,
an obsession of sorts,
an appetite for my elixir,
loves to watch me contort
while I deliver her just reward
from the belly of her monument.

I saw her disappear
on the face
covered with crevasse,
tried to shout above the wind
& watched her walk slowly
right into the white-out.
Sadly,
I never saw her again.

O where
O where
can my baby be,
is she a dead mystery,
now just ancient history?

I have million dollar questions
& I stand alone,
holding the bag
with an empty billfold.

She wore swastikas
on her forehead like scabs,
etchings that perhaps
blinded her heart &
the bitterness did flow,
a lifeblood
hardening her sweet-soul.

She acted bold,
took wild risks,
pulled people from the line-up,
taking potshots with their emotions,
play-acting with other humans,
as if she were the only one
with heart break.

Well,
little did she know,
she had no monopoly on pain,
I did.

She left a trail,
a meteor tail
streamed
behind her
everywhere she went,
her skirt hiked up.
An aura of flowers
floated around her
pretty face,
so fresh,
blossoming.
She left no doubt
of her *** appeal.
It was real,
totally unreal,
dreamy - like.

O she torments me incessantly,
constantly her spirit descends,
visiting me in my slumber
& I fornicate wildly
with her ghost.

O I know she loves me so,
returning every night,
whiter than before,
to haunt me
& to do me
again.

There is something mysterious
about her,
like an ancient castle
surrounded by the deepest mote.

A stone cold fox
with a remote look
in her pretty-eyes,
she carries herself
with the grace of an angel,
saunters with
the purest dignity.

She has a nitty-gritty mentality
imbedded
deeper
than her beautiful skin,
keeps it under lock & key
at the dungeon level
of her very core
& nobody,
not one single person
has a clue about
how to open that door,
except me
& I'm not telling a soul.

Her hair color changes
like a kaleidoscope,
she adds gems & feathers
for the proper accent.
Last month,
she was neon mint,
this one she's pink.
I noticed she added
a nose ring
to complement
her pierced tips.
A zen tattoo for clarity
looks brand new.
Striking.
Her leopard leggings
match her vintage blouse
& feather boa.
It seems like every time I see her
she adds to her tapestry.
She is the epitome
of pure human art,
a living masterpiece.

She is a rare gift,
a treat from the gods,
I love her rythym.

We enjoy the sacred skin-arts,
crave Kama Sutra,
practice the Third Chakra
to reach universal nirvana.

I massage her slick inner *****,
create the ultimate friction
with my fiery poker,
smooth,
strong,
deep strokes
to consummation.

I release my warm flow,
abundant cool waters,
cleansing her soul
with my hot rod
into the Second.

We shudder
with the cascade
of our musky mixture,
primordial fragrance
wafts in the air around us.

Our sparkling-eyes locked,
we smile in each other's
loving embrace,
kissing & hugging,
experiencing true grace.

She electrifies me,
lying next to her
makes me feel
like I've been stung
by an electric eel.
Her touch
makes my *******
sting with desire,
a million volts
course through
my body inside her.
When she starts her
machine,  she's a dynamo.
There's no such thing
as slow motion with her,
she's so magnetic,
always draws my thick flow
right out of me
in a mutual explosion
& leaves me buzzing for more.

A ******* kid growing up
in Rosewood all alone,
a world full of anger
& turf fights.

She learned early-on
how to use a butterfly knife,
showcases a horizontal battle scar
on her shoulder blade,
it makes her look mean.

She has the face of a dark angel,
elegant-Hispanic
with hints of ******
twisted on her full rosy lips.
She talks rude street-vernacular,
the same dialect used by
those  cracked gems
doing hard time
down in the big house.

She’s just seventeen,
and not the kind
found standing in
a Beatle happy-ever-after love song.
This girl plays tough,
she witnessed her first drive-by at ten,
dropped out at twelve,
she’d slit your throat for her tribe,
that’s rough.

And sadly,
she’ll never get out,
ever get to see
the wonderful things
most young girls dream about
that come true.

Her fingertips titillated me
in ways
only kings would know about
& whew,
did she treat me like one,
'cause I felt regal in her arms,
invincible & full of blood.

She loves it,
teasingly
wearing
transparent fine-lace,
revealing more than
just her subtle grace.
She lets the imagination run wild,
from her pretty face,
all the way down
to her sweet revelations,
she moves her hips
hypnotically
to her own beat
& I am swept off my feet...

She stood alone
& stared out
from behind the cracked panes,
saw a single falling star
split into a thousand fractals
inside her tortured mind
& she never once
thought of failure,
wished one more time
for the coming of another day.

I wander through her word-landscapes,
picking up bits & pieces,
ravishing her spirit
as I go along intrepid.
Baby love and all that stuff
walks with me.
I imagine her kisses,
her fragrance of sunshine.
I see gentleness,
a real tenderness in
her bleeding,
her angst scrawled on the the walls
of my jagged heart,
beating for her attention,
I remain devoted
reading her.

Romance was
out of the question
with her
I guess.

She never even
gave me a chance
to really get to know me
& she never ever did.

She only used
one part of me
& truly,
truly there is
so much,
so much more
than that.

There's a part of me
she's often overlooked.
Gray in color,
it remembers my pain,
and what matter
she must think
when she's using
my other part
for her
good clean fun.
It hurts.

In the morning,
she spins
circles around me
like a small child
gleeful.

At noon,
she's drunk on life,
swooning love.

And by suppertime,
she's strung out,
overdosed on
the sacredness
of another day.

She had natural heat,
an amber furnace
& a sweet fragrance
concocted in Heaven.
Then she disappeared.

I've tried
so many times
to duplicate her,
struggled long
to find the right mix,
only to realize
her lovely-recipe
was made by sacred memory
& seemed gone forever.

O surely,
it must have come
down in the rain.
& now,
only my silent crying
remains,
mixed with
my own pain.

Yet still,
every chance I get,
I look up
to lap the droplets
falling from her storm.

She said
all these wonderful things
to me,
she said I was her king,
she said she couldn't live without me,
she said I made her feel supreme,
I was her dream come true,
she said she'd follow me forever,
stay next to me,
would never leave me,
we were the perfect match,
she all of those things
& so much more,
she said them nice things
to get into my pants,
she said it was her trophy piece,
she said that,
and it must have been true,
'cause that's how I felt,
what she said,
a trophy piece,
that's what she said,
she said that with her own
two lips & I always believed
what her two lips,
what she said
sadly.

I awoke alone,
rigid in a trance.
The clock on the wall
ticked midnight
& immediately
I thought of her,
somewhere in space,
a different place
near a distant shore.

I traced her contours
in the eye of my mind,
felt her feminine-kindness
open like a crystal-flower.

And with heightened breathing
& a firm grip in the dark,
I tasted her dripping
delicacies,
imaginered her above me
with the same wantonness,
satiating me with her soul.

I felt the earth move with her
as I shuddered,
filling her in my dream
with fiery-purpose.

As I lay covered in sweat
& warmth,
her vision sitting
on my raised hips,
I wanted more.

I don't care about the white granular stuff,
I just want to taste her pouty-lips,
she's acting real tough, but
I just know they're sweeter than cherry pie,
her eyes tell me so.

I got lost in her tattoos.
Do you see me there,
lying
right next to the vicious tiger,
just down from the crescent moon,
around the corner from her butterfly.
And if you can't read her runes,
that's alright,
she's an inked Gemini,
born in June,
full of fire,
not a liar.

When your breath
is taken away
from the magic
of her ****-vibe,
it's hard to get it back.
It's like going under her flood
& struggling for the surface,
without actually wanting
to get there.
Your breath quickens
& you feel
her in your throat
& you want to be
inside her soul
& you're drowning
in her pleasure.

Mesmerizing images of her
swirl continuously
in my head,
I dream of covering
with her delicious hood.
And it's no use writing in code,
she's cracked mine,
anytime.

She's gone,
long gone,
out like a light
& writing about it
ain't gonna change a thing.

Oh sure,
I might garner some sympathy,
get it off my chest,
but this is probably the best
it's ever going to be.

Feeling totally empty
& looking at the beautiful stars
that will never
look the same
again.
And that hurts you see.

She drinks wine in the morning,
whiskey in the early afternoon
& passes out with brandy.
Some say she's got demons.
But you would too
if your father
bought you
just a lottery ticket
for Christmas,
while giving away the farm
to his new kids,
born to him &
his new wife.

Her lips **** cigarettes
& her mouth looks tasty,
she cares about nothing.

She struts
her soft tail feathers in my face,
I love her stripes
& black lace
& tight corsets,
those long legs
rock me.

Her lashes
accentuate her pretty jades,
the flowing curls tease,
they make me drop
down to my knees.

O, Sweet Jesus
please,
she's not like other girls,
I just know,
she's made for me.

Dripping melancholy,
here comes that song again
& she's more desperate
now,
percussion beats pain
into her shrieked-melody,
her plea to find true love,
not the kind
that hurt her.
A mother's son
slammed her
hard,
into submission,
made her a slave
& I cry to the tune
of her wailing guitars.