She is heavenly,
concocted by the gods & goddesses.
I crave her drippy consistency,
throw in some nuts & honey
and I am forever
smitten by her raw-flavor.
She's that tasty,
she's my doll,
my chocolate.

She's so delicious,
exudes femininity
& lovingkindness,
wears the finest lace
with easy access.

In the ****,
morning,
noon & night,
I could dine
on her tasty dish
forever.

Like this evening
under a full moon,
we're going to delve
into each others
****** delicacies,
gulp the sacred wine.
I think I'll infect her
with even more
of my raw nectar.
She say's
we'll spoon
afterwards.
I call her
my sweet dessert.

O Lord,
how wholesome she is!

She slimed
every inch
of my body
with her love.

Nothing about her outward appearance
seemed out of place.
In fact,
she looked the same,
told me she just had
an early morning craving for pickles
& it made me happy
she's not due.

You know it when it hits you,
it's like an avalanche of hot rocks,
it knocks your socks off,
yes she does,
gives me the buzz,
I drone with a smile,
my mind is roaming,
foaming here at the mouth,
I wanna phone home,
give a dog it's bone,
then get ****** on fine wine,
it's like that you know,
it's not a snow job,
I don't need a watch fob,
I got her now &
she's always on time,
she's right on
me spiraling rhyme.

She sits and stares
at tired eyes,
the cracks in her face,
mica reflections
of what once was
a beauty queen.

So vibrant &
full of life,
she possessed
astronomical-hope,
was a lover of stars
& moon glow,
as radiant as
a burning sun,
fun was her
middle name.

And as she gazes
at what once was
somebody's dream,
tears stream down
the still lovely
cheek bones,
that in times past,
turned heads
& created
broken hearts
like hers.

O my,
how fast
time
goes by.

Have you ever seen the stars melt,
oscillating in place,
blending in space
& you think you can
see her face
in that jumbled mess
& you know,
you know in your heart,
that's impossible,
'cause she's the brightest,
the prettiest one
& you can't hide
such luminosity.

She electrifies my heart,
sizzles all of me,
I'm jolted all the way
down to my marrow.
My hair floats on end
when she's around,
she's like static electricity,
when I kiss her
a million synapses explode
& when we make love,
it's as if I swimming
with an electric eel.

She electrified me
on the beach that day.
An aura hung around her
near the keg,
where she sparkled,
was the consummate hostess,
impressed me with her cute smile.

Of course the French-cut suit,
voluptuous curves,
dimpled cheeks,
& shapely legs
had nothing to do
with my immediate attraction.
It was her mind
that did it.

I overheard her talking about
artificial languages
and algorithms.
It seemed like
she really knew what
the hell she was talking about.
Oh, she wore a Stanford
baseball cap, too.

What a hot babe,
that's my kind of girl.
She drinks beer,
is a great hostess &
way smarter than me.

She hit me like a hurricane
& I was caught up in her whirlwinds,
swept away,
got lost in her flood,
which she did in torrents.

She's light,
sunshine glows off
her hair
& I remain,
I remain mesmerized
by her kind-eyes,
they speak of mountains to me,
wild & free,
kissing the sun
with their intensity,
so pretty.

Some say
cyanide’s a nasty poison,
comes in a small bottle,
that it doesn’t
take much of a dose
to change
your ******-functions.

I’ve been told
it’ll make your eyes
roll up inside your head,
body-twitch all over,
get weak in the knees,
make your respiration skyrocket,
& your heart flutter madly!

Personally, that really
doesn’t sound too bad,
I’m just wondering
if you can get that stuff
by the case.
If it does all that sweet stuff,
I’m going to need
a lifetime supply of it.

I buried my heart in her,
gave her my deep love,
every single drop
of my blood flow
stained her soul
& she disappeared
without a trace,
took all of me
with her
to parts unknown.

She was one tough chick
& took chances,
especially in public places.
Flashing herself,
showing her vibrant ink,
all the colors of the rainbow
etched on her flat chest,
red hearts circled
her pink excitement.
And she was not
just another pretty face,
she was in fact,
a true diamond
in the rough.

Your wonderful smile
did hex me,
such sweet full lips,
dripping
the sweetest honey,
whispering
the loveliest sounds
& your magenta eyes
reflect the suns
of a million galaxies
& when I gaze up,
I see you winking,
twinkling for all to see,
& not just for me,
'cause you can't
own a star.

She held up the bar like Goliath,
standing there so stoic,
ordering Stoli's on the rocks,
her arms draped in ink-stories.
The scorpions on her elbows
were as revealing
as her broken heart shoulders.
She stood there beautifully,
clenching the tiny glasses
with love and hate
written on her delicate scarred-fingers,
downing the clear Russian-liquid
as if it were a serious habit.
A cascading mop of lime hair
spilled over her darling face,
attempting to hide
her eyes of pure
sweet magic.
Whew.
Kabam.
Abracadabra.
Hypnotized,
I wondered why
anybody
would ever
want to hurt
such a beautiful creature...
But sadly,
I watched her slowly go,
bebop into the swirling crowd,
disappear
into a cloud
of burning tobacco.
The heavy bass
broke my thumping heart.

Everything
I’ve ever known
has gone away
& I’ve spent a lifetime
waking up with a broken heart.
I wish she was here,
the one who took me to a place
nobody else ever could.
I wish I could wake up next to her
again,
so she could feel the pain
of my emptiness
without her.

There was something
truly special about her,
something that made
my spirit come alive.

Maybe it was her fresh smell
or the taste of her lips,
& her touch was so authentic,
even angelic.
When she hugged me,
I felt free,
sacred.

Then in an instant,
she was gone,
a ghost
who left me
all alone
& it hurt me to the bone.
I felt like cold stone,
it made me miserable.

And now years later,
I think I finally figured her out.
I guess she had to let me go.
She had no choice,
it was the only way
she could be like me,
so free & alive,
so practical,
so courageous
& oh,
ever so lonely.

She was a beautiful human canvas,
covered in abundance
with bright colors.
Her head was topped
with many shades of neon blue.
So in touch was she,
she wore her silver baubbles
in the most sensitive places
& the coy look
on her freckled face,
was always
one of sheer merriment,
not gross insanity.

She yearned constantly
for it in her heart,
which knew
no other way.

Everything she did
to start her hidden-desires
was always over the top,
she was pure majesty.

And the trickery
they used
never stopped.

They drained her
until she was empty,
could no longer play
Miss Fire Angel,
the Queen of fiery-passion.

I tasted her today
& looked
around skittishly.
It was as if she were
right in front of me,
kissing me,
it caught me off guard.

I was reminded me of the days
when I used to inhale her.
I'd go throughout the day
smiling on cloud nine,
her musk-fragrance
stuck to my
smiling face,
it was delicious.

I just stood there
like I was in a trance,
with my eyes closed,
reminiscing
about our hot-romance
from so long ago.

Maybe
she was sending me
a cosmic-message,
her vibes from another place,
dreaming about my face.

Whatever it was,
I could taste her
on my lips
& I felt satisfied
to think
she was sending me
intimate-signals.

She was a full grown woman,
& firm in all the right places,
had that **** aura,
the kind that made men squirm.

I could smell her through her jeans,
it made me dream ****** things,
wonder if she'd like a little fling
& I moved closer.

I swear I could see us
in her pretty eyes,
which flared when they met mine,
man, was she super fine.

Slowly she licked
one corner of her full lips
& that did the trick,
I was smitten,
drunk on her fragrance,
her sweet delicious pheromones.

I tasted delicious honey
on her luscious-lips.

And now,
after drinking
so much vinegar,
I realize how sweet
she truly was.

She moved like grace
beneath me,
so alluring
she was
in between
the shadows
& fire glow.

And her fragrance
was like none other.
She smothered me
in circular-kisses,
squeezed me in ripples.
We discovered things
about each other's bodies
like never before,
it was magnificent.

And though
I've never been there,
the tremors,
her warmth
& fluid rush
was like what
I thought
Heaven
would be.

She told me once
I smelled like Heaven.
But honestly,
I think I stink like Hell.
What was she thinking
or did she whiff something
I missed
her kisses.

She blew me away by accident,
but I guess I'll never know her,
I'm going away,
it's time.
And when
she searches the stars,
she will see me
in every falling one,
she swims at night,
she will hear me
in the ocean surf,
she walks alone in the forest,
she will taste me
in the summer rain,
she reads poetry late at night,
she will feel me
in my sincerest-words,
meant only for her.
She will have me forever
when I'm gone.

The sheerness of the lace she wore
was an amazing aphrodisiac,
it accentuated her fine points &
amplified the magnitude
of her rare beauty.

Her selection of fashion
was perfect,
it created an amazing reaction
in me & when
she seperated the fabric
and I saw myself disappear
between the roses,
it was more than
I could take.

The steady flow we made
seemed like it lasted hours
& curling her toes like that
was incredibly powerful,
it made me feel
like we were immortal,
me lost inside the folds
of her *****-portal,
the ones she wore so well.

L-shaped secrets
can deadly,
especially at night
when the villages
appear empty
& things
seem too quiet.

I shoot meterorites
across the darkness,
found here
in my space!

Can you smell me,
the raw
burning ozone,
streaking,
flying
through
this empty place?
Can you.

You are the brightest one,
twinkling brilliantly
above me,
guiding me
deep into your constellation
& I lay,
I lay below you,
deep up inside you,
arched & shooting,
you pretty star.

Hey Mister Photographer,
shoot a picture of me
& use your special effects
to make me look
much younger.
Darken my hair just a bit.

O Mister Photographer,
then please photoshop
my sweet companion,
who onced loved me,
in her prettiest dress,
standing right next to me.
Place some lovely flowers
in her gorgeous hair,
wrap my arm around her.

Please Mister Photographer,
can you colorize some
rolling hills below
& place the bluest skies
above us.

O Yes Mister Photographer,
I think you've got it right.
That's the way I want it,
the way I want
people
to remember us.

Swirling colors
paint the market square,
shrimp lie heaped
next to the
bananas & chilis,
there's lemonade,
tires with rubber patches,
a sense of community
hangs in the air.
Deals are made
in hard currency
or in trade.
A natural flow exists,
as if everyone
is on autopilot.
And behind the scenes,
just under the surface,
one feels the depression,
pain is palpable.
You can see it in
the eyes of the dogs,
rib-poking-skinny,
hairless, manged & skittish.
They hang with the limbless ones,
half-humans,
legless & starved,
dragging themselves
on cobbled streets
through ***** matter & *****,
wallowing in the mire,
begging for peanuts & money.
It ain't funny.

Some,
they write epics.
Those electric poets
throw down chunks
& what of my pieces
of heart,
are they not sweet,
no less.

Fifty strains of flu
Painful needle looms so large
Do these vaccines work

And in the shower
we create the nicest dreams,
glorious ones
we shout in unison,
lovers we,
only to watch them
swirl,
get washed,
disappear
in abundance
forever
down the
hungry-drain.

I took a shower with Heaven
once under
a brilliant
sky of splashed milk.

She exploded,
   then giggled
at our *******-sounds,
the beautiful noises
we made in earnestness
up against the slippery wall.

You should’ve seen
us in the steam,
I had you lifted,
impaled,
back against the wall,
riding me methodical
with long hard deliberate strokes,
I shot you ***** deep,
kissed your heaving granite-tips
& our loving-mix streamed
down the drain
in torrents.

Cleansing droplets
slowly roll down
my nakedness,
tickling,
titillating
all the steamy places
& with fiery motions
& heightened gasps,
I succumb,
explode
warm velvet
into
her fine vision,
this showery
dream of mine.

You want your hair pulled
and your *** smacked
and some ***** talk
for pleasure...
that's some
serious
******* pleasure.

Delicately held
Blunt-tip twisted in the crack
Delicious oyster

Your gritty words are like sandpaper
sometimes
I just wished
you'd shut your mouth
and act smooth,
play nicer.

I'm getting that sick feeling again,
it's tugging at my heart,
pulling me down
to the place
I got hurt
so long ago.
The hunger,
this hunger lingers,
I'm scared.
Give me a reason
to starve
woman.

I walked the borders,
saw the dunes towering
& heard sidewinder noises.
Each grain of sand
tumbles
out here
in the hinterlands
& those entombed
within the gates
of the concrete jungles
with cars honking,
know not the meaning
of pure silence,
nor the
call of the wild,
the sound of falling stars,
slithery creatures.

May not be golden
Quiet companion whispers
Plays its cruel cold hand

Silence is not
always as golden
as they say it is.

If it's about saying
mean things to others,
it's bullion.

If it's about loneliness,
it's the foolish kind.

I'm rich but hate
being poor.

It's the only sound here
A deafening buzzing there
Inside my small ears

I learn lessons the hard way,
it's always been my forte.
In fact, they called me 'Rock Head' in the Army.

I can surely go the distance,
but when my romantic heart dreams,
it's time to call me silly putty head.
I can't think straight,
my mind goes blank.

Quite frankly,
that's difficult
for someone
who prides themselves
cerebral.

After a hard days fight,
we were taken prisoner
by the grays.

It was way out in the hinterlands,
on the edge of tomorrow,
in the Battle of Sorrows
when they took us in.
Light was failing,
it was nearing night
when they brought us
in for interrogation.

Of course,
despite their methods,
we told them nothing,
nothing that would reveal anything
about the secret weapon,
the star-killer machine
that would be
the end of life
as we know it.

Besides, it's silly
to give the enemy
such valuable information,
information like that could turn the tide,
could destroy the whole universe,
make losers out of all of us.
I hope our side keeps it hidden.

You can walk on the sun,
dance in a hurricane,
eat pickled pig's feet,
smoke rolled banana leaves,
**** ether,
camp out on Pluto for all I care,
I just want to be next to you.

Jet lag is overrated
but losing hours
is a serious thing,
so I can't lay here forever.
I gotta wake up
& smell the coffee
& mow the grass,
it's way past due.