Tag Archives: sex
Just Before
Without feelingthe real liftyou get lightjust beforetaking off. While cookingplump chunksin spicy saucethe tongue saysthis is good. In the touchpreceding the restskin and cortexhear the bestphysical music. Out of nothinga soothing pokein the poetic bellywrites thisthen is gone.
Cello Love
In meditative determination hands just so across her cello’s sinewed strings I make up lengths and short noted strokes. Next to me sonorously leaning exchanging subtle essences unlooked at rosin in the nails scratching the ears mutual anticipation of harmony’s … Continue reading
Prove Me
Bend, bend the rules for me darlin’. Remove, remove your everlovin’ shoes. Prove me wrong, I beg your pardon. Give, give me whatever you’ve got. Start, start slow and do not stop. Prove me wrong and hold that thought. I … Continue reading
Follow My Lead
In a situation of anticipation where fingers and ringing sensations tripping gripping the loose edges of transcendent sidewalks follow my lead play along with promises false and projects possible follow my lead. Stringent and stranger than laid upon layers of … Continue reading
Gives Me Extremity
Gently she gives me extremity everyday an extended solstice blazes like flameless coals. Who is to blame for it but that delegate showing up in swaying ceremony she listened and listeth and I ran. Oh swim great fish tailishly mentioning … Continue reading
Gives Me Extremity
Gently she gives me extremity everyday an extended solstice blazes like flameless coals. Who is to blame for it but that delegate showing up in swaying ceremony she listened and listeth and I ran. Oh swim great fish tailishly mentioning … Continue reading
Slowly If You Know
[verse] Grudge and match light it from kitchen to bedroom fight it and then don’t. In the house and then out it’s everywhere love run down like a clock circling the square and back again. It is silent and … Continue reading
Intimate Details
[A] Intimate details I cannot tell you what they tell raveling and unraveling me inside my madamoiselle. Intimate details one man only can see them spinning like hours being overcome every tiny turn feminine. [B] The moon comes up when … Continue reading
Becoming
After we have so often joined and been joined over the years and over the bridge and under it we become composed dated and decorated by shapes and details from folding and fitting from gasping and laxing and the language … Continue reading
Turn My Page Gently
Turn my page gently and I will quietly recite not limited by the present poetry in styles beyond what poets could invent. Be my word inflecting and conjugating and I will read you. Bookmark me, remember where I was, where … Continue reading
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