When you sleep,
when you slumber deep,
do you dream about me,
do you hear
my magical tune,
the notes I hum,
strumming
to your heart strings.

This strange duet,
does it haunt you,
does it haunt you,
haunt you
when you sleep,
when you dream about me.

Oh Darling,
I grow,
I grow stronger,
kissing,
kissing you
my sweet.

I meant all those tender things I said.
I just thought you had your big girl pants on.

Sorry Sugar,
your pigtails & pretty ribbons
threw me off.

And now
I've got no choice.
I've got to find a way
to get over you.

And I still care.

You showed me your private-joy,
your clear blue-plexiglass,
battery-powered,
vibrational-toy
& I became enthusiastic
with how skillfully
you played with it,
moved to the buzzing noises
with your own sweet sounds.
Your sighs were fantastic darling,
they put me in a finer state,
a beautiful romantic mood
to make love.

O Sweet Darling
our spontaneous nature!

O Gorgeous Lady,
any amount of time,
spent inside of you,
a second,
a minute,
hours,
is definitely worth it!

O Dear God,
how I love,
I crave,
your pretty open mind!

The scene was exquisite,
tender pink folds
covered,
dripping,
with the raw
essence of life itself.
It takes my breath away,
and still does,
Darling.

Lie there facedown
on your tummy Grace,
and let me trace
your backbone
with my warm
tender-kisses.
And please tell me
if I miss a spot.
It's not that I want to,
I only want to
hear your soothing voice,
the melodic
sweet drone
of your satisfaction.

Most people think
mountain climbers
are really tough,
grow beards
to stay warm,
are born to live
life on the edge.

And all that's partly true.
I am a fighter,
& crave some danger,
enjoy taking
a little bit of risk.
But I'm a lover too,
I grow my beard
to remind me of you,
it carries your heavenly-scent
on every climb I take.

Your sweet fragrance
is simply divine,
it pumps me up
for the summit push
& for the descent,
makes me want
to come home quick,
just to get back to you.

You're such
a cute little thing,
always playing hard to get,
crawling away from me
on all fours.

And yet,
you toy with me,
acting not fast enough,
letting me
get a firm grip,
a hold onto your
sweet hips
& gyrate.

You holler at me,
asking me for more
of my hot stuff
from all directions
& I oblige
by your rules.

And oh how
I love
listening
to your constant
pretty-begging,
watching myself glistening
& disappearing
inside of you like that,
it's soooo cool,
you rule!

Yes you
know me well darling,
always playing my slick part,
like you want me to.....
then collapsing
in your arms,
both spent
& soon enough
I'm ready for more
of your silly little game,
'cause I know,
you are too!

Woohoo!

Tracing your backbone
with sweet little kisses
reminds me
of the cordillera,
challenging &
so beautiful,
serpentine,
a climber's dream
come true.

And if you only knew,
how I love
to use
my thick rope,
your snow would melt.

I was hung over you,
moving with you
in a perfect rhythm,
in a wonderful place,
a sacred place
where the sun
did not shine
& when you
reached for me,
grabbed
my pendulous orbs,
you squeezed
my light
deep into
your beautiful soul.

Your sighs
made me cry
with genuine joy.
Your pretty face glowed,
was as serene
as a calm summer night,
so sweet &
so delightful,
stunning &
magnificent.

Aglow you lie
in fullest splendour,
a rare blossom,
the truest gift given
& indulgent me,
my rosy cheeks covered
by your sheen,
I cry to the heavens,
awash in
your gentle-spirit
& coated with
the purest of clover,
I remain,
forever & ever,
your sweetest lover.

Your sweet fragrance uncoils around me
like a hooded cobra,
jolting my senses
& it reminds me of your own.
Yours blew me away,
& I am lost in the smell
of your delicious musk,
titillating my taste buds,
I'm still thirsting.

A soldier thinks
about a lot of pretty things
frozen
at night
in a desert foxhole
watching
falling stars,
counting
the ticking seconds
on fire
with your sweet vision,
imagining your angel-face,
placing himself
in a warm place.

I know you caught my drift
with me
standing
so close
behind you.
You felt,
you felt,
you felt
me,
me,
me,
my hardened steel
sizzle,
melting
in your tempest fire.

I am your
most obeduent servant.
three lovers in one.
I can lick the dew right off
your sweet long-stemmed rose,
taste your delicious dandelions
& make love to your pretty petunia,
enjoy a serious night of it.

When you spoke,
butterflies
followed.
Your beautiful accent
floated
on the glorious breeze,
fluttering
between the tallest trees.
Your pitch could
never be duplicated,
the melody of your spirit
shook the very ground
beneath my feet
& that's impossible
with so many voices.
Save me,
I'm falling.

Hey darling,
next time you ****
on a lifesaver,
swirl it around in your mouth,
think of me & those times
you said I was sweet.

One-by-one,
small & round,
covered with
a sweet glistening,
I gently pull
to see  
your satiated smile
& beautiful arched back.
And you said,
you couldn't
get much higher.
Say what?

You sat above me,
smothering me
with your sweet-affections.

All I could see
was your belly button ring
& hardened tips
moving in a tasty rhythm.

I heard you sighing,
singing my praises
in three part harmony,
gushing your love
inside me.

There's not much to say
on this cold winter day,
there are no words flowing,
I fight to write this little ditty.

I tried to imagine
kissing you again
& it didn't work.
I fool myself to think
I could ever
touch  myself
the way you would.

If you really knew me,
you'd realize the sincerity
I've lost to posterity,
succumbing to verity.

We can never go back,
we can never go back to that time
when we were smitten.

For in those moments
we lived like kings & queens,
two lovers walking hand in hand,
balancing on the real edge.

I saw your smile
& you took me in,
danger permeated our souls,
we treated each other right,
transcended the physical realm
for just minutes,
minutes in one hour
of one special day
we were together
& I miss you forever.

All I have now are stories
and a torn faded photograph
of your beauty,
you smiling,
when you made me feel alive…

You played me like an instrument,
strummed my strings,
blew air into my lungs
just to hear the tune I made.
You got laid & took what you wanted,
then left me
lying in the shade,
playing with my instrument
all by myself
and dreaming of the sweet music
we once made.

You like it quick,
hot & thick,
high & hard.
You spontaneous little devil,
you're going to make me combust,
fill your holy lair
with torrents
of my lava flow.
And you know
all about
the fall,
you know
I would crawl
to lick your burning fire.

I'm such a crazy
sensual-dreamer,
forever I fantasize,
visualize you
exploding above me,
I am blinded
by the diamond glare
reflecting summer hair,
intoxicated by the
cascading raw flow,
mixes of us
running down
my smiling cheeks.

You told me
you wanted
to taste
the substance
of my fiery-soul
& with parted lips,
you spoke godly-things.

When our eyes met
in rapture,
you captured me,
swallowed
all that I had
& becoming one,
I lost the feeling of sadness
& became whole
with you,
the swallower of my soul.

Awwwww Baby,
we're not psychos,
they just don't know you.
As a matter of fact,
they don't know me either.
So you go girl,
drop to your knees on me,
impale yourself,
bone-grinder,
pinch your hardened sensitivities.
Take me there,
take me to that special place,
make me
scream hallelujah.
We're not lunatics Darling,
I just want to fill
your delicious void,
you sweet lovely humanoid.

A gentle breeze hardens me
& just a whisper emboldens me
& a single kiss rattles me
& your tender warm touch excites me
& you,
you,
only you,
you take me
to a place
beyond
the concept of love.

You told me
I made you tingle
all the way
down
from your head
to your
pretty little
painted-toes
& with your
beautiful slender back
up against the wall,
we comingled
& you told me
you loved
the way
I fulfilled you.
At least
that's what
you told me
when you screamed.

You wore dandelions
in your braided hair &
immersed yourself
in buckets of patchouli,
titillating my soul,
you made my heart
a prisoner
to your seductive
feminine-ways.

I loved the way
you decorated
your denim vest
with those brass tacks,
the pattern of a star
was so fitting for you,
if you only knew.

Every night
I awaken to see
your beautiful eyes
haunting me
from the heavens above,
their glow still blinking
pretty little lies.

O sweet zephyr,
how does one write to a ghost
with so many tears in his own eyes?

O pray tell my gentle *****,
I'd cry a million words or more
to have you back by my side,
whispering those untruths
in my burning ears again.

O my lovely apparition,
please give me back my heart,
the one you took,
to play with
amongst the stars!

O fellow poet,
I just know it,
you knew me,
you unraveled
the mysteries
of my heart,
you held the keys,
unlocked my desire
& made me come
to you.
Did you feel it?

You coated me with your musk,
every square inch of me
you marked beautifully
with your honey fragrance,
it was magnificent.

You claimed me as your own,
I was the ultimate prize.
And I loved every delicious
time you spread your flower
for more of me,
it was my constant desire
& you did soar.

But, I cried my eyes out
when the flies began
to whisper about
the other trophies
covered with a similar odor
& the words of a liar.

It ravaged your body
like a tsunami
& how quickly
you become small,
skeletal,
a dead man walking.

Covered with sores
you lay,
slurping
macrobiotic soup
meant to save you,
but I couldn't.

You were just thirty-nine.

Your flowery must
hung sweetly
in the air around us,
it was wonderful.

You, lying in repose
& spreading yourself,
you told me,
whispered,
what you liked
& me,
like warm butter,
obliged,
smeared myself
all over you,
in between
your crust.

And only
Heaven knows,
you were my
delicious toast.

Every single kiss
between us
was combustible.

Starvation.

We were
driven by our need
to explode,
and we did.

In each other's arms
we trembled
with multiple
starbursts.

We were unable to speak,
and as we hit our peak,
you screamed
above the fray,
true lover's play.

Our intertwined bodies
were mad with lust,
rising and falling
in a glorious
sacred-rhythm
we succumbed,
I melted
in your furnace.

Tempest.

I filled you up
with meteor showers
and breathless
we lay
timelessly
panting,
bathed in the sweat
of gods.

A sheen
of
immortal love
dripped
from your tender,
heaving *******
against mine.

And yet darling
I remain intoxicated
forever
by your splendid
vision.

It was the evil way
he disrespected you
dancing on the bar top
that blew me away.

He grabbed your
drunken hips,
kissed your parted lips
& you swayed
to the raucous crowd,
it wasn't very funny.

You,
with your innocence
stripped away &
him,
abusing
your good nature.

He was stopped by
my quick intent,
he saw it in my eyes,
was no match
& relinquished
his sick-control.

We fell into
each other's arms,
you were something beautiful.
You had me
at that moment
& despite
being worlds apart,
you always will.

Oh yeah lady,
I just heard your song,
I have forgiven you,
but I will never forget
your accented-voice,
reading to me in the rain,
so seductive,
your full lips
moved like poetry.

I put a kiss on top of your head
& I was crystalized
by the thrill of your
burning sunspots.
You will always be
the hottest object
in my universe.
I am yours now.

It's a beautiful thing,
watching them little ants
working in unison,
building high mounds,
defending their realm,
clinging to each other
after heavy rains.

And oh, the pain
they can dish out,
biting & biting & biting
your tender flesh
with those tiny stinging jaws,
injecting their venom.

And you screaming,
have the power to end
their seemingly unimportant lives
& you do so without hesitation,
never forgetting them
& their bites.

They're better days coming,
betting days are coming for you babe
& I wish there was something I could do,
like putting a kiss on top of your head.
Your days are darkness will end soon,
& with the next morning sun,
you will be thinking of having fun.
Though I can't lay down beside you,
to comfort you in your trouble,
when you see the light,
you will feel me,
see my happy face
wishing you well.

Throwing things is the game you two play.
You fling the stick & that dog of yours picks it up,
brings it right back,
actually teases you a bit
before dropping it.

I can tell there’s some serious love there,
especially when you get licked
after screaming,
scolding her to drop it.

I want to lie
in your garden,
get wrapped tightly
in you arms,
all eight of them
teasing me,
kneading me
with suction,
such luscious seduction.

We can play amongst the coral,
you & your ink & me,
the masterful escape artist
& her prisoner.

It's a technological age
& Baby,
you've got my number,
I love you close-up.
live to see your sweet flow,
'cause I know Honey,
you've been
thinking about me.

Did you get new drapes &
an amber pillowcase Sweetheart?
They're pretty nice!
I just wanted to tell you,
they match your
gorgeous hair
perfectly &
when you
hold yourself up
like that,
well...let's just say
it makes me want
to shout out
a few *****-things
I'd like to do with you.
If you only knew,
oh, if you only knew,
wink wink.

And when
your sparkling-eyes
meet mine,
it gets me going,
but it's really
your spread
feminine-thighs
that keeps me honest.
No lies, I'm yours to keep,
you can have me forever,
I promise.

O Doll Face,
your lacy lingerie,
so stunning,
so very ****
& amazingly sensual,
especially
the crotchless ones,
what scrumptious
****-fun,
yum, yum!

O Darling,
my Sweet Sugar Pie,
you're the greatest,
& oh how I love you,
you & your selfies,
so discreetly,
they move me.
no lie!

I am warm to the touch
& breath harder,
get much hotter
when I think about you,
you & your touch,
I am missing.

I can't help the fact
I'm hardwired
for serious adventure.
It's really not my fault.
It's genetic.
And you know darling,
we both love living on the edge.
You take my breath away.
You stoke my emotions.
You make my body combust.

If I could pick the menu,
I'd choose a tasty appetizer of Hendrix pituitary,
& a huge salad covered with Joplin cortex.
Plant's gray matter for the main course,
sides of Jaggar & Morrison stems,
along with a bottle of Springsteen spinal fluid.
I'd definitely have to order
an ample sweet-portion
of Daltrey thalamus
& sprinkle it with some Cobain lobes.
A shot of John's cranium
with a nightcap of Townsend cerebellum
would surely hit the spot.

It's truly a happy place,
scores of turistas
sitting
under the relentless
sun,
freedom club warriors
inhaling fifty-year-old anejo,
gulping those mezcal stingers
& imbibing golden
beverages
believing every girl
named Lupita
professes
true love.

Anejo shots started
a tempest swirling,
locomotive-steps winding
under the spinning-lights,
faces poked in and out
of the crowd of crazed-pagans,
undulating in sweat,
nicotine-breath & tequila,
dreams of freedom.

Lupita hollered her name
like all the rest with
the same name,
phantom-dancers
squeezing each other
for romance,
before the stars settled,
the sun rose on the zona
of broken-roses.

We sat comfortably
in thermal pools
inside the clouds.

A swirling humid
white-mist surrounded us
as we snuggled in
the safety of altitude,
felt the earth tremble
a 5.8 on the Richter.

Moments like that
are never recreated,
just written about
to remember their purity.