poerotica

sordid love

2007-07-21T22:00:00.000-07:00

worship my honey juices red hot sausage man
smear drool on my rose petal leg
franticly finger-fiddle my mad fluff
lick me tongue me manipulate me
whisper I love you
woman
you
you
you

Leonardo's Lover

2007-07-06T22:37:00.000-07:00

Oh
Oh
Oh now
Oh now please
Oh now please let me
Oh now please let me come to you
Oh now please let me come to you never ever let me go

(see also Ratio)

caprice

2006-08-16T06:24:00.000-07:00

gamelan tinkling as I exit
hot metal cools down
as I do
returning to my own bed

you, always ready for my touch
wait quietly
start without question
when I say stop
you obey
unaware of the pleasure
you bring me

I will take good care of you

I hold the key

2006-08-11T06:02:00.000-07:00

Beloved
be assured
even after all
we have been through
despite myriad offers
& opportunities otherwise
I would rather with you
within me
Dissolve
into
us

delicious revelry

2006-07-07T10:56:00.000-07:00

she was thinking
but not about poetry
her eyes glazed
lips curled
into a sweet smile
mmm...
hunger
desire
longing
what could satisfy
her hot cravings?
mmm..
an enormous
pink prominence
tipped
with thick white cream...
she knew she had
to have it
now
when it came
frothy liquid
ran down
its smooth hard sides
mmm...
delicious

and if you didn't
want strawberry
they also came
in chocolate
and vanilla

reality a formality...

2006-07-05T12:05:00.000-07:00

now that
you took a right
turning south
I a left
north
as a weeping sky forced
our rapid goodbye

not wanting to part
at that moment
I pulled you around
magnetized
like the needle
on a compass

soon
your headlights
were there behind me
followed me
all the way home

in my driveway
pounding rain
suddenly seemed
less impediment
than lubricant
moistening
our thirsty lips

I steadied
my shivering hands
pressed key
into lock
let you in
my front door

once in
in the dark
we found
each other
again

completely

Metafarcical

2006-07-04T05:12:00.000-07:00

At our first kiss,
Love miraged
within the dessert
of my inner landscape.

I teased you
with jasmine,
bad language,
and a winter bed.

You tempted me
with unclosing eyes,
strange food,
and legs like young rubber bands.

Together we crossed
the Valley of Indecision,
swam in the River of Passion,
exhausted;
threw ourselves
on fertile banks
of Imagination,
before we could be swept out
to the Sea of Despair.

Our love was like the last cycle
on a Merry-go-round,
no matter how hard
we spurred those horses
they left us where they would,
high or low,
laughing at us,
as we reached
for another brass ring.

Skirmish

2006-07-03T04:04:00.000-07:00

you loop a blood-red silken cord
around my wrists
who do I become
priestess
princess
merchant's wife

kidnapped

you tie this cord
to your brass bed's headboard
who am I now
prisoner
slave
concubine

conquered

I laugh
struggle to scratch
my itchy nose
you **** me hard
bite the shoulder
of shewolf
lioness
Arabian mare

subdued

always

2006-07-02T09:50:00.000-07:00

how can i not write
you a poem every day

my eyes open only
to see you

my lips
for your kisses

my voice for your ears
my ears for your voice

my arms to hold
my hands to touch

my self is yours alone
i am the poem you write

I remember

2006-07-01T10:10:00.000-07:00

the first time
the last time
the promises
the lies

every first time
every last time
every promise
every lie

I confuse

days/nights
dreams/reality
hunger/satiety
lovemaking/fighting
pleasure/pain

I forget

the deaths
the little deaths
all the little deaths
the sorrow of all the little deaths
the sorrow of all the little deaths of love

interlude

2006-06-30T03:49:00.000-07:00

you are not
a nice guy

other people
may think
you are
but I
know better

nice guys
finish last

as far
as I
have seen
you
are never
finished

just
pausing

touch

2006-06-23T05:45:00.000-07:00

I can touch you

here

there

but

I can't touch you

there

here

HOT

2006-06-20T07:01:00.000-07:00

I do not often go down
to the sea
I am familiar with its charms
steamy
beaches can be exciting
lapping
waves exhilarating nearly naked
men
in tight speedos
showing
us what a good time they're having
on
days off from work
incessant
beating of sun on oiled
flesh
creates a mingle of musky
scents
that have a way of saying
ah yes
this is pleasure
coming
down to the sea

The Big C

2006-05-03T13:59:00.000-07:00

-an admonition you have probably not gotten from your Mom

you don't have to be
a PhD
a MA Ed
or an RN
to get cervical cancer

but you don't
have to be
a crack whore
either

So...

Don't Skip Your Pap Smear

and don't let your mom
or your auntie
or your girlfriend
or your sister
or your cousin
or anyone
you know
and love

skip theirs

This has been a Public Service Announcement

seduction

2006-04-30T13:55:00.000-07:00

Like a woman
desperate for sex
I lay in wait for poems,
leave my mind spread eagle
on white satin sheets of writing paper.

Writhing,
lips moist,
I whisper
"Come to me,
I need you,
together we can be great".

These poems have had many offers,
from those more worthy than myself,
but every now and then
I get lucky

- a mercy fuck-

and I birth a poem.

spotty

2006-04-30T12:08:00.000-07:00

I love men
but I have learned
that like strange dogs
they are not to be trusted

still I keep offering my hand

open

palm up

wide grin on my face

just like my parents taught me

and usually
they wag their tails
but before I catch on
they have circled
sized me up
and nose up my skirt
they are humping my leg
with an attitude of self assuredness
that proclaims

you are surely enjoying this as much as I am

at this point you may question
Is she talking about men or dogs?

Yes.

Washday

2006-04-29T05:35:00.000-07:00

For so long.
fear was my favorite color,

it stained
all of me
with shame.

Warning

Don't air dirty linen in public...

People will think less of you...

Don't publish these words...

I rub hard on the facts of my life,
try bleaching with little white lies,
but some things just won't clean up.

I proudly wear a scarlet A on my chest.
The perfect symbol for my spotty character.

I will not be buried with white roses.

Good!!!

We're all adults here aren't we?

2006-04-29T05:15:00.000-07:00

The first one I saw
belonged to my cousin,
he showed it to me
behind our garage.
It was small.
I didn't think
very much
of it.
He said I could touch it.
I didn't.

My first boyfriend
showed me his.
It was much bigger.
I was afraid.
I might be injured
if I spread my legs
for that.
It did hurt at first
but I got used to it.
In fact I liked it.

After a while
I realized
they came
in a variety
of styles
and sizes.

I tried a number of them out.

Some were better than others.

The big ones
were not necessarily
the best.

The first time
I saw yours
I ran my hands
over it.

I thought
YES
this one is just
the right size
for me.
I can jump on this one easily.
I can have
lots of fun.

You gave me a ride
I will never forget.

Aren't motorcycles fun?

Drill

2006-04-29T05:06:00.000-07:00

Horse
back
riding
has
got
to
give
you
the
most
excellent
orgasms

in order for you to put up with

having to do this in front of

Everyone.

2006-04-23T07:41:00.000-07:00

i am of flowers and fucking

jasmine and jism
i object
leave
wide open doors of subjectivity
play
walk past
what you smell
depending on
who you are
fucking and flower jisms
and jasmine object
i wide
open
leave subjectivity
come
play past
what are you
depending on
smell
what you are i am of flowers
and fucking jasmine
and jism i
object
leave wide
open doors
of subjectivity
you can come
playwalk
past what you
smell depending
on who you are fucking
flower jisms jasmine object i open
wide
leave
subjectivity come play
past what you are
depending on smell
what you are i am