III
So many thoughts
Too fast flooding
Left me weeping
Wanting to reach
Out to you in your
Logical laughter.

II
Seemingly so sad in your sighs so heavy,
Spirits high, my heart did burn wanting
To reach out and run slim fingers soft
Across your cheek, push ear to chest
To feel your beat yearning to comfort.

I
Life has led me ‘round and back the way
I came and I may recall a second left
Once, maybe twice, but I came back
Whole with a myriad rewards sweet.

wicked crush

Soft, sweet, the echoes deep
In the beat of the heart resounding
As laughter glows in her head,
Her little world where
The music plays and the fingers trail
Circles cool white with little tails
Like teardrops on too hot flesh.

A
Something this way whispers
In the dawn of night’s kiss softly,
Easing in unlike the infatuate verve
That consumes.

B
Fishy pushes tight
Against the little heater I bought.
I worry when he is still too long if
He is getting ready to die.
Don’t go fishy, don’t
Make me flush you.

C
A name is just a name but it recalls
Memories of another so recently
Gone. And the other name?
It suits you better but how odd
The sound tripping off tongues
Of passion or even sweet resolve.

I
I wear
My skirts high,
My legs long and
My toes painted with
Bright sunshine.
I jiggle
When I walk,
Laugh lightly
When I talk and
Hum softly
When I kiss.
I turn
My face toward
The sun and bask
In the brave new day.
Mmm, la la,
Life is sweet.

II
Switch

I am the Top that sought
Another that could in trust
Allow me to be the bottom.
Hold me down without
Controlling. I was sure I
Sought this yet smooth like
Ichikyoo some guy snuck by
And opened the door. Always
Evolving, I stepped through.

III
Crush…

…a cool simmer
Just below the flesh
Above the heart
Smooth like the low
Groove of Goth
In a slow grind
On one shot
Flowing tactilely into
The depths of you.

idealist

I long to sleep my days
Away in the warmth and glowing
Of validation, admiration,
Respect and desire.

Is that so much to ask
Of a life hit hard?
Of a tender heart that never
Caved but laughed instead
In a sweetness graced
By starlit hope...

She ease back
Independence letting
The man
Do his thing,
Chair, door, dinner.
While
Her hands smell
Like the flesh
She touch last night
She go
About her day
Humming.
Mmm, la la.

Sleep to my eyes late did the way find,
Elusive was the solace of night
Come only in the early morn hours when
I did rise to seek the day’s resolve.
Bone tired in quietude I ache the hours away.

Morning passes to noon and I am fair parched
In thought of your embrace warm.
How curious the emotions your logic did rouse.
I had not thought myself in need
Until the noting of what was indeed lacking.

The thirst, the quest set aside a while in lieu of life
For all I want is to write and love
Then die knowing I did achieve the best of it.
With fall the pilgrimage will come
Again in hopefully more tranquil a setting.