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  • Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category

    breath

    Friday, February 26th, 2010

    give me breath–
    breathing

    the rise and the fall of the belly
    just keep breathing

    longing comes in waves
    ebb and flow
    the pull of the moon
    the scent between my legs

    draw of a curtain
    inhale at my needy cunt
    walls break down
    know you–know me

    struggle theory of the mind
    disappears–
    with each drink

    my lips part to yours
    hands twisting
    disarray my locks
    pulling me

    inward–
    secure my mouth
    onto solid
    man you’ve become


    all around
    disintegrates




    miles between

    Sunday, February 21st, 2010

    someday it will all be
    smooth as Rhapsody

    someday it will all be different
    stand-up bass
    sounds off into the night back ground

    loneliness changes my mind
    I just wanna change my mind
    like so many times before

    I cannot look back
    track the lack
    of contact

    map the loss
    create a legend
    Northeast
    Southwest
    the West is where I lay to rest

    that past that binds
    chains that link
    genes that create
    tears that stain

    the hidden emotional maneuvers
    between lovers
    “love chess”
    leaves me
    Kind of Blue

    cut and paste

    Saturday, February 20th, 2010

    nonlinear deformation
    my wrecking yard rebuild
    beautiful smut

    infinite filth
    transform want

    ingredients earth and bone
    architecture cheaper than a dollar bill
    should we pretend?

    layers run

    layers run

    down

    Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

    relying heavily
    on words—that will somehow
    link
    tie
    bind
    connect
    Me to You

    oblige Me–and I you
    power shifts

    grab Your gear
    smoldering blaze
    oozes from my thighs

    hook Your chain
    bonds fixed and fluids mixed
    drive it home

    lacerate me with your bone
    forced plummet
    scathe past lips
    parted in foreseen ambitions

    fugitive

    Sunday, February 7th, 2010

    fraudulent lifestyle
    my symbols of value
    become values of symbol
    inherent vice

    the words of me
    as woman
    painted bird
    roaming animal
    child

    there has been
    a suspension of wisdom
    my literature has gone fugitive
    as my sex seeks its desire

    fucking fast

    Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010

    dissemination
    of a whimpering mess
    give me whiplash

    another cheap Saturday night
    as I tried to burn down the distance
    between us
    ass up for your viewing pleasure
    he had me spread without debate

    anyway—
    Fuck it!

    it’s a fast fucking love story
    mind fucks
    mouth fucks
    cunt fucks
    full fucked throttle

    a fast– mother fucking love story
    foot on the peddle
    hand buried deep
    up my skirt, searching
    for a fit—for blazing heat

    riding on fucking auto pilot
    blaze the night
    seize your cock
    grip it firm as we continue
    this flight full of fight

    voices

    Friday, January 22nd, 2010

    irreversible mutilation of love
    trail of scars and tears
    flood of warmth surrounds my body
    caressing my shoulder blade

    pooling at my feet– a puddle
    blood and body washed away
    winter rain

    plausible deniability
    is all part of the show

    unequivocally his manhood
    surprises me every time

    best of temptations
    inside my walls
    behind closed doors
    resides the mysterious voices of sex

    the art of hard cock
    permeates where words fail
    saliva drips uneasy glances
    glint eye to eye

    lumberjacks

    Monday, January 18th, 2010

    Today’s post is brought to you by my favorite man of fiction, the protagonist. Thank you.

    In fact, Zeus and Mnemosyne had three lesser known sons

    their nine beautiful sisters would frolic and play
    but the boys were busy logging everyday

    So many stories about big brother Paul
    the sad fact is he was the least fun at all

    Paul was quite famous for his big ox
    but Buck and Ray had awesome cocks.

    the brothers dreamed not of fame or money
    but with the thoughts of sweet junction honey.

    bending over sweet maidens whenever they could
    they forever changed the meaning of “to get wood”

    Ray liked the skinny ones so he could spin them ’round
    but Buck thought the juicy ones were more fun to pound.

    then came a redheaded librarian who  not choose
    with two stiff cocks how could one loose?

    could not decide whether to knock with Ray or ravage Buck
    she waned both! one in her mouth while the other to fuck

    “Notes from a Dirty Old Woman”

    Friday, January 15th, 2010

    I was not going to participate in this month post, and in a way I still am not, but then the topic reminded me of a poem I posted in the past from my sexy library co-worker, we call her Big Kat. Here is her rendition of a “sweet sensation.”

    Side note, Big Kat is also mentioned on yesterday’s post as Linda.


    “Notes from a Dirty Old Woman” (or: “And on the Eighth Day, God Created Unclean Thoughts”) by Big Kat

    She told them not to leave her alone with him–
    because then she’d have to tear off her clothes

    She thought of colors in terms of food
    (His skin was the color of coffee ice cream, his neatly braided hair
    reminded her of the edge of a Safeway chocolate cake)
    All of it making her hungry

    In her mind’s eye only
    She was the one who ran her fingers gently down the spaces between those braids
    Her sweat mingling with his as they both tried to hold back
    Her tongue making lazy circles on his nipples afterwards

    She was the one to smear Cool Whip and warm chocolate sauce
    all over his naked body
    And to lick it off very slowly
    Until he cried out

    She was the one to reach her hands up inside his loose cotton t-shirt
    breathing hard against his neck now
    working her fingers through the warm taffy of
    that smoothly muscled back

    She was the one breaking it off with him
    (it was wonderful while it lasted)

    You’re a dirty old woman, she muttered to herself

    Check out some other “sweet sensations” by fellow sweet sexy bloggers

    Haute Chocolat
    Britni

    Ronjazz
    fgsakes
    Bri
    Gray
    Salt and Pepper
    Topaz
    Barefoot Dreamer
    Panserbjorne
    Autumn

    Kimberly

    Petal

    conclusion

    Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

    crawling
    craving
    pervade the air
    split and fragment

    like morning light
    creeping in

    destroying the night
    where on my
    hands and knees

    I reached for more
    to fill these empty
    voids

    each stretch and pull
    yank and reach
    left me with more to drink

    recede and cease
    to exist
    You and I
    evaporate

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