Density Forsaken

Aware of nothing and no one
Dreaming vivid colors that transend playfulness
Holding strong thoughts with suspended joy
Fields of stained and shattered musings
Calendars of harvest leave such frightful normal days
Healthy only because of an insane innocence
Tripping on thoughts of you, dependent on u
Breathing, clinging, wanting u
Knowing nothing of you.

It was a Sweet Touch Nonetheless

Recovering from long ago spent nights with you
I look back now and realize what's been missing.
The touch of the fire that consumed us.
The smell of those delicious human givings.
I long for that embrace that sets me free again.

Now gone it hurts.
Left alone without your aroma lingering
It hurts, It hurts, It hurts

A gift from Him

I can't get enough of your eyes
and I can feel the soft skin of your inner thighs on my cheeks
this is lovely, purely lovely
A woman so oceanic, moonpulled and tidal
sometimes softly laps at my shoreline, sometimes tears at it
with raked fingernails
Always, always, always
to moisten me
and to draw my mountains into the depth of her bosom
the earth levels out like that
in perfect symmetry

The way I cum...

...that fluid.......is called Amrita........sanskrit for Goddess Water

Summer Time Blues

Rustic chairs with patina throws
Country charm with velvet ropes
Giant mirrors boldly displayed
Farm house tables equal many feasts
Pastel colors make it sophisicated
French wallpaper make it alive
Seersucker drapes add the privacy
Triple layers of tablecloths
100 year old plates hang on the walls
Scented candles add the flavor
I see everything as whimsical,
Everything as a perfect summer retreat