Will carry him far, far away
Where thoughts and dreams
Are singular and varied
And touch and taste
Experienced as wonders
Fresh as if new
Yet even then a lingering doubt
Remains
As if a soft breath on the back of the neck
Beckons
Turn back on all this
Or have we not traveled far enough
Or have we not traveled far enough
In the quest for us set out?
Must we endure Herculean Labors
To erase the lasting tinges of doubt?
Can we not converge as one
Becoming greater than our sum?
With cares and worries cast aside
As endless shared delights we plumb
As endless shared delights we plumb
Our desires increasing,
daring us further on
The heights dizzying,
finding rarified air
Not satisfied we cry out,
once more risking discovery
Until captured in flagrante delicto,
but only laughing...who cares
Just a thrill to them bestow
It's why we do have eyes
And all we behold
Delights upon others
Small gift of our souls
Small gift of our souls
in everlasting love with
each other would be
the wonderful gift we would
give even for this Christmas.
Small gift of our souls
Enjoyed by others vicariously
As we abandon ourselves
To pleasures multifariously
There upon the couch
With the drapes all wide parted
We throw modesty aside
And each other enjoy wholehearted
And each other enjoy wholehearted
But alas we were soon to be parted
Her husband returned
By his lover spurned
And took her away to Brazil
And took her away to Brazil
She thought the country
But sadly it was only the movie
Damn this one is old
Watching the images unfold
And now I'm trapped
With stale popcorn
And what's that stuck to the floor
And what's that stuck to the floor
Deposited in the darkened room?
What was the activity here
Which clearly took place in the gloom?
Was the movie shown before
One to arouse such a coda?
Or could it just be as plain
As spilled popcorn and soda?
I'll touch it not, whatever!
And relocate by a seat or two
For who knows from whence it came
From a cup, a carton, or a screw?
From a cup, a carton, or a screw?
Choose from one
Or all
I beg of you
The cup appears empty yet it's not
The carton dingy and may have been dropped
A screw looks totally out of place
Perhaps it fell from a pocket or some other broken place
Fingers dare to lift the cup
A quick sniff
And it's placed back
Now the carton so soft in hand
Oh my god
Something squirmed within
Left with the screw
I scratched my head
Then kicking it aside
Now back to bed!
Now back to bed
and use my thick,
wet tongue to lick
that spot in-between her own legs.
"Now back to bed!"
It was not a request-
She commanded firmly
With purpose easily guessed
Outer clothes off
Panties and bras cast aside
Bodies entwined
Pleasure amplified
Caresses and kisses
Seeking intimate places
Sensuous and lustful
Following those traces
A crescendo of feeling
Physical and more
Shaking each of us
To her very core
Then the wave breaks
Crashing o're both
Though currently sated
To stop we are loath!
To stop we are loath
Our needs we find inspire
the greatest of all our desires
But please don't fall away
because sailing ships
are all I've ever come to know
My heart tries to explain
but the words you somehow fail to hear
am I speaking words written in Braille
Or is that I have gone completely mute
I find myself praying to a diety
Long forgotten by the likes of me
Long forgotten by the likes of me
are those times when a couple would
sneak into a bedroom, take
their clothes off and fuck the
hell out of themselves
while everyone
yelled 'Happy
New Year'
loud.
Long forgotten by the likes of me
Until a fleeting scent
Triggers memories of decades past
And a girl with whom I went.
I wonder how her life turned out
Were aspirations met?
And then I wonder wistfully
Does she think of me yet?
Probably not. The fling was flung
That night. Ay, there's the rub.
She just fancied a quick knee-trembler
In the alley behind the pub.
In the alley behind the pub
Not a pleasant place for a tryst
But, perhaps, the need is great
And pressed against the wall insist
An overcoat provides the room
Covering two forms almost as one
A rhythmic motion scant observed
For a short time, then its done
Quickly then scurrying away
Nothing much of the coupling found
As forms retreat into the night
But a pair of panties on the ground
But a pair of panties on the ground
Are all that remains of a midnight lovers tryst
When the two found out that
More than their souls entwined
Hearts beating louder than a heavy metal drum
As they writhed around
Basking in moonlit flesh
Singing their pleasure song.
Singing their pleasure song
Two female forms gyrate
There upon the bed
Their lust to consummate
Each knows the other's
Most intimate dark desires
And each labors fiercely
To fan those roaring fires
Forbidden here is nothing
As hands and mouths explore
Seeking to increase pleasure
In throes of deep ardor
In throes of deep ardor
Her thoughts turned to snacks in the larder
"I could have cheese and some fruit
If he'd hurry up and shoot"
Which is why she cried "Faster!" and "Harder!"
Which is why she cried "Faster!" and "Harder!"
And "Don't you waste my time!"
Until he made that silly face
And let loose what little left of his spunk.
Rolling off he smiled like a cat
While she reached for a toy
His grin ending at the loud buzzing
Her finish now clearly in arrears
Her finish now clearly in arrears
I arrived just in time
To provide the needed touch
To reach that plateau sublime
The buzzing toy employed
Along with curling fingers
Sent her soaring aloft
With an afterglow that lingers
With an afterglow that lingers
Long after early morning bliss
With a heart that fondly remembers
Every touch that went beyond a lovers lust
a feeling I'm just now understanding
Though its been carved deep
On more than just a tree
On more than just a tree
Can words be carved you see
Words unspoken
And friendships broken
Don't worry about her
She's nothing you see
Just a smart assed kid
Just let her be
So now she watches from afar
As she has moved on
But the words that were carved
Will never be gone
Will never be gone
The echos remain
Of what once was
And we can't detain
New paths allure
And guide our way
"And whither then?
I cannot say" [1]
Though I am certain
That gambols many
Will populate the ways
With loves aplenty
[1] J.R.R. Tolkien - The Hobbit - a walking song "The Road Goes Ever On And On"
With loves aplenty
But how many true
Is one enough
Or must there be two
If only one
Can the union last
Only a front
As time does pass
Or with hope
That true love might grow
Spreading from one
Without aid of guilt or guile
Without aid of guilt or guile
I stumble madly into worlds unknown
Where love and lust
Collide like a crashing wave on a stormy sea
And i ask myself have i become blinded
By spinning disco lights
Confused and disoriented
I fall deeper down the rabbit hole.
I fall deeper down the rabbit hole
In my longing quest for you
Becoming more tangled in another world
Learning things I never knew
Each like unto a newfound gem
Perhaps not polished yet
But holding promise of great joy
In forging our duet
A glitter here, a flash o're there
I gather these precious things
In hopes of shared joy to bring
With ever entwined heartstrings
With ever entwined heartstrings
We cannot ever become separated
Or lost to one another
No matter what path we hasten down
On our darkest night
there is always a beacon
that shines the way
and together we shall find
that
The stars are bright
With ever entwined heartstrings
Struggling in my chest,
Paddles the paramedic brings
Assail cardiac arrest.
Life flashes by in real time.
But now, in fleeting seconds,
I relive the whole damn thing once more
As the Grim Reaper beckons
CLEAR! I hear the medic shout,
Through my regret and pain.
A million volts go through my tits.
I am alive again.
