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You’re sleeping
So peacefully
Breathing deep
In serene slumber
As dawn’s filtered light
Casts shadowy patterns
My finger touches
Slowly over your head
Feathery light touches
Across roughly smooth skin
My gaze drifts down
Longing licks
To beautiful soft lips
The target of my desire
Peaking from the sheet
Leaning down slowly
Trying not to wake
My sleeping lover
Soft little way kisses
Your hip draws my tongue
Traces of licks
Meandering trails over skin
Delighting in the taste
That is you
Stirring slightly
Knowing my time is short
Your dominance will assert
My grinning lips
Seek a new prize
Trying to stifle
Naughty giggles
As my teeth sink
Gently into
Your ass cheek
Oops
Did I really do that
Looking into your face
Scowling at my fading giggles
Blinking slowly
you move
My brain screams
Run girl
Run
he’ll never catch me

Sometimes I feel so happy,
Sometimes I feel so sad.
Sometimes I feel so happy,
But mostly you just make me mad.
Baby, you just make me mad.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Thought of you as my mountain top,
Thought of you as my peak.
Thought of you as everything,
I’ve had but couldn’t keep.
I’ve had but couldn’t keep.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,
I’d put you in the mirror,
I put in front of me.
I put in front of me.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Skip a life completely.
Stuff it in a cup.
She said, Money is like us in time,
It lies, but can’t stand up.
Down for you is up.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

It was good what we did yesterday.
And I’d do it once again.
The fact that you are married,
Only proves, you’re my best friend.
But it’s truly, truly a sin.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Butterflies dangle their moments over the offerings of red and yellow flowers..they pull on their slender leggings and dance in the puddles of nectar…the off to another color to become blended in sweet satiation.

The dark trees lean low between their limbs to watch the butterflies. They rustle their leaves in approval and they wriggle their roots with applauding as the warm earth begins to touch their core with her wet longings.

That river there…the one that whispers in gurgling sounds…it is swallowing with desire to surround the hard thick ends of tree girth…it wants to lap at the splayed damp of earth and devour her contents…to ravish her and take her down below to the river bed where she would be such a lovey erosion.

Dare you walk this pathway to the gardens of abandon..to the gardens carved in leather and stone, the gardens of Ravishtown….

A wrapping of my soul around his finger
A crooking of said finger sweetened linger
My wound a sole exposure to his sun
My temptress winding up and never done

He pulls me towards his feet and to his knee
He makes me want to grind and beg and plead
I creep into the deepest skelter welt remiss
I call out in the darkness a seeping twist

His way of crawling in and through my skin
His tapping fingers make me linger sins
We surge and purge and see beyond the bliss
We understand and court the ever risk

Addiction

The walk begins at a slow pace before the crave set in
Stopping and looking with wonder
At all the hidden secrets of a much to long
Subdued needs and desires

Desires for the taboo the forbidden
Now becomes free and expected
Still you don’t feel the addiction
Only the pleasure..

You run into the darkness

Then the loss of pride
The willingness to do anything
For this sin and debauchery

No love is needed anymore
Just the physical gratification
Somehow soothes you

The indulgence of immoral behavior
Is now a need..a big need in your blood

As demanding as any drug
As strong as any drink..only
There is no way to overcome it

No AA no family support to pull you out
From the very opening consuming
Mouth of darkness and the cave of deception

No one can know your true needs
And who you really are…as the voice
Of sanity grows weaker inside..

the greedy have the need
to fill the horn of plenty
and to keep it overflowin’

the needy have the greed
to offer ten for twenty
and to wanna keep it goin’

flowin’ an’ goin’
goin’ an’ flowin’

more-more-more

it ain’t nothin’
like that
with me
and my baby

it’s limits
and boundaries
with me
and my baby

tho we have been known
to stutter as we utter
a heat of the moment
lover’s plaintive plea of

o baby please keep
flowin’ an’ goin’
goin’ an’ flowin’

o-please-baby-please

bring on-more-more-more. . .

as the needy minimize their greed
and the greedy justify their need. . .

the woman and her lover
scurry for cover
like john coltrane
seeking shelter in
a dope induced dream
of cacophonousless
peace supreme

the woman and her lover
know it’s now over
future and past
hold no sway
in this sublime
sultry soul sea
time of no time

together they mount
the unholy remnant
of mind-numbing
chattering-chirping
words-words-words
ceaselessly strung together
as the reign of topsy-turvydom
comes apocalyptically crashing down

all around

without a sound. . .

bound within the wordless terrain. . .

she reaches out
to him

he reaches out
to her

what good is speech
when a gesture
says it all

what good is speculation
when time has no
relevance

within mute mutual trust
she opens

within heart racing hush
he enters

within silence
they suss out
their meaning

their worth

perhaps the rain it is that stirs your belly to butterflies
the hunger of hollow where your eyes look into shadows
when the wet is so slick it feels dry leaving your brim
and your fingers crave to surround the thickest of demons

the whisperers say it is the womb crave doing juju nectar
they say it’s the belly well moaning her hungry into the night
so that the hound dogs will sniff the air and come a calling
to bring your wound the easing of animal thick healing

perhaps it is the rain that makes your eyes stay closed now
when you reach under the warm to find that serpent wine
that surrounds your thighs from his burrowing dance glide
soon to enter the hovering place of your specialized wanton

and carve the sounds of sin words in your unsuspecting