•July 18, 2007 • 3 Comments

two lips
two bodies
locked together
calling each other
sweat dripping merging
down our chests licking off
the passion, the heat, the fire
desire  and need pull us deeper
craving like a tornado pulling us into
its vortex throws us out into space among
stars to spin and whirl together in a greater cosmos.


My Guitar

•July 15, 2007 • 1 Comment

I   love
hold you
my   hand
strum you
my    lap
to caress
you as we
sing sweet
I    stroke
your strings
the sound reverates
throughout your body
as my fingers travel up and down
keeping you guessing which notes
I’ll play to keep it exciting and new
finding new ways to bring
ever sweeter crys
ever sweeter sighs
ever sweeter music
I feel with you the desire
as we beat out ancient rhythms
powerful urges calling out into
the night air as our song
carries like a bird
on wing


•July 12, 2007 • 2 Comments

As you can see from Ice Cream Cone that I sometimes use shapes. It’s fun
to do and a little bit of a challenge. I’m going to have the next two
poems be in shapes too. I’m not sure what they’ll be yet. I usually
wait for some inspiration to come to me.

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ice cream cone

•July 11, 2007 • Leave a Comment

I hold you delicately, with wide eyes
turn you around, looking for the perfect spot to begin on
A few delicate licks with the tip of my tongue just to taste
One side calls to me more. I close my eyes as I lick you up
You start to melt. Your flavors explode in my mouth
I feel you starting to drip down my hand.
I want to take my time yet
i’m being compelled to
take as much of you
as I can before you
melt completely. I
need to savor you
to the very last
drop. Till all
that  is  left
is the tip
of the

And then I swallow it whole…

Too early

•July 8, 2007 • Leave a Comment

The birds outside my veranda
their day starts too early
they have to get up, work and feed the young ones.
I think of this with eyes closed
your warm body wrapped around mine
legs, arms, skin
caressing your hair
the scent of you and us still strong
I nuzzle your neck and press into you…

The birds are right
It is time to wake up…

Seven Ways on 7/7/7

•July 7, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Seven ways to hold you…

1. Your hand, leading you to the bedroom. Feel you willingly go.

2. Your face, as I kiss you. You’re eager to yield.

3. Your body, tight against mine melding together. We press and sway in unison.

4. Your breasts, cradle them, offering to my mouth. Eyes close, as you are taken.

5. Your rose bud, open her up to be savored. Hear your cries and sighs, come for me.

6. Your hands, pinned to the bed. Feel us explode together.

7. Your body, wraped around mine. Resting, sublime, listening to our breathing.

This one is a little different. First, it was inspired by the date. Is it a special day for love, lust and romance? Let me know how it turned out for you.

Second, I thought I’d try a little different format. The first part, tries to capture what I’m feeling/doing. The second part the reaction that you have.

It was a little difficult to write…much more so than the usual form. Did you like it?

Send me an email and let me know…

PS. Feel free to send in your comments or your own poems.

The Magic Carpet Ride

•July 6, 2007 • Leave a Comment

I ride on her wings
honey fragrant folds
a magic carpet

The hot breeze
against my lips
urging me to go faster

Who guides this etheral flight?
Is it me, or is it her sighs like the wind
that lift us higher to the stars?

Our fingers clutched together
like woven threads bound
so that we do not unravel

Higher and higher we climb
Then burst into the night
rain down like sparklers

Gently we float
Spin, glide, a spring shower cascade
To land bundled together

Awaiting another ride