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She told me;

"I want it to smell like snowfall in September

gingerbread and old words

fresh laundry in the wintertime,
when moisture rises and scents freeze seconds after recognition

a calendar, compass, solar-operated windmill
with a confidence of numbers and directional patterns

your workday: nine hours: no lunch-break

high-impact exercise—no shower

protein:
large molecules
amino acids

fermented dairy and honey
dried apricot commingling with whiskey

morning breath after a night of oral sex and no mouthwash:

I want it to smell like a cun t.

I want it to sound like Lou Reed serenading Andy Warhol’s co ck

Anne Sexton eating out Virginia Woolf
breaking between orgasms to reapply red lipstick and smoke a joint

erotica read backwards : I don’t mind beginning with an orgasm

slammed skin against water

sixteen cellos playing in both ears,
a waterfall of fingered strings, until blisters form until each traveling note descends
a forced entrance of F sharps, Bs, G flat

the removal of seeds from a pomegranate,
muted tearing of flesh

repetition of push ups, when chest-skin stretches and
moans emit from within cardio-inebriated organ

I want it to sound like a steaming iron against wrinkled gauze,
the sizzle of smoothness,
blended with coarse hairs leaving a mark.

fingerprints tapping against plastic keys, spelling out restrictions, or
informal invitations

the migration of a tongue licking one side of sticky, stuffed, folded, addressed
envelope.

a moment of silence, when breaths gain momentum and search for an exit sign
when gags take the shape of a padlock

I want it to sound like slowly stirred soup,
progression of boiling water

commands. commanding!
do you prefer manager or supervisor?
are you allergic to adhesives?

I want it to sound like me inside you.

I want it to taste like bananas foster or
beer on a day of ninety-three degrees

blood from all the circulation.

lemon bars with a weather forecast of sifted sugar confusing the color

tin. copper. rind. leather./friction.

I want it to taste like jalapenos,
curving teeth and teardrops competing with sweat stains.

I want it to taste like everything you’ve ever eaten, questioned
or straddled.

like the bark you rubbed up against that time,
giving your thighs seven splinters
and my pus sy three orgasms.

like the cotton you’ve climbed into, out of, and tried on

curdled celebrations, incomplete
and
in need of an ending…

your vibrators: the red one. striped blue. the other made of glass.

your dietary restrictions,
and the chocolate bar you slip between lips when no one is around.

I want it to taste like a cun t.

I want it to feel like four-hundred thread count,
woven tightly per square inch
an intricacy of fibers and leftover positions.

a final joint after nineteen years of dedicated inhales and swollen lungs
the expense of tar and excluded conversations
love affair leaning against signs measuring
twenty feet from establishment
flavored staleness and shame.

can it feel like that?
can it feel like that?

I want it to look like a Kandinsky, colorful and confusing
vast and open to interpretation

I will need some time to study it:
decipher the angles
I am slow at mathematics—
refuse to use calculators,
so I will need to use my fingers

and when I am done
and no longer thirsty
or conceivably hungry,

you will offer me a napkin
in the shape of your mouth
then,
wait twenty minutes

until I am ready for seconds."
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My tongue's mind fights against me,
it wrestles for control,
when it discovers I am the stronger one,
it recruits my memories
and together they argue against my better judgement,
they remind me of the wet trail
left through beads of sweat on her hip
as my tongue, that persuader of thought,
glided along there last night.
My day's task requires concentration,
but the night's memories overtake me.
I am weak, I am weak.
I can taste the soft skin of her neck,
her open mouth and eruption of breath,
her body pulsing as I descended in indulgence
to the sapidity of our pleasures.
I am weak, I am weak.
You old tongue, you've won,
my chair is empty as this day's work ends early,
you shall get what you seek.
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I come
slinking down
the mountain with
characteristic lupine
felicity.

you breathe heavy the possibilities
and we arm in arm through town
on our way to the riverbed, you
smiling like the girl you are and me
winking, blowing kisses to passer-bys
aghast my bouncing coc k.
when in our wake they flood
jaw-flopped, I whisper
a demand into your bumblebee brain
to squeeze my ass, and you do so reluctantly
as is to be expected.

I retaliate your trepidation,
your freezer feet, your fuc king fumbling finesse
with a bite on the cheek. you snap away and
push my rib cage from yours.

I spin and fall to the mud,
parting the valley to peek you
through my knees.

"well then," I implore,
"what's it gonna' be baby?
you've got me where you want me."
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I wait against the wet brick,
not facing what waits for me.
I need a detective’s periscope,
some antique of Sherlock’s.

Will it be a lush, juicy c unt
throbbing with anticipation?
Can I taste my future?
The thought makes me hungry.

Or will I find only an empty uprising,
an unpalatable ideology
of freedom or liberty
that I may not be able to swallow?

Maybe I will start a revolution
if I don’t get the meal I want.
My demand is for the main course
to stay still. I’ll help, of course,

a hand wound around each thigh,
licking closer and closer to the core.
Will she revolt against my hold,
shake and curse until I set her free?

There will always be a c unt or a revolution around the corner
~Henry Miller
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Your sound waves rippling audaciously—
She says to me....with that glint in her eye...

"Oh you taste so acid!
You pour over me and I'm melting
Down into the mitochondria

That whirl like the dervishes.
Round and round into the mad merry-go-STOP.
Fuck me so hard
Until our flesh is melded
Like molten steel being pounded into shape.
What shape shall we be?
Shall we be the sword

That slices so sensuously
Across such silky fragile thought?
You're so smooth... I sense you with my tongue.
I take your sound in my mouth and taste you
And I seep into your pores and
I twist and pulse through your veins.
My nipples are your candy cherries

That you indulge in
So relentlessly while you
Penetrate me so slowly and gently and I scream.
Then you crush me with the intensity
Of the throbbing rhythm of your bass

As you mix the sounds,
So that I can no longer make a sound
Because of the trembling ecstasy

That you thrust into me.
There is only the rushing noise of the planets
Hurtling through space
In this universe that is only in our heads.

I say oh my god...
And you are my god.
And then—

I want you to make me feel like that again".
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sometimes
when I c um
I smell
the color
purple

feel the cold
violet fragrance
with your
fingers.
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I study the reflection of your body.
Covering mine, you're taught, tan,
sliding. In.
Inches consuming
my pallored assets.
We appear
a polared match.
Perfectly opposing:
my arch equaling your thrust;
your mouth defusing my scream.
We have become this dance
of silent fusion.
Perpetually
replacing each other's desire
with renewed fire.
That extinguishes
nothing.
Except the responsibility
of seclusion.
And maybe
the random necessity for clothes.
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I cannot breathe
when your lips touch
my neck. Constriction
is complete when your skin
slides over mine.

Contraction. Math loses all
meaning. One dividing. Two
joining. Infinity effecting
the (w)hole. This sum
requires more than two parts.
And I part for them all:

Your tongue initiates
the flow. Feeling its way
from breast to hip.
Over. Lower. Everything
gone in a gasp of


electric fingers. Follow.
Teasing. Taming. Torturing
desire. My mind screams
against the pillow. Where
you are

finally. Inside, you
own me. Filling. Controlling.
Compounding. The fraction
of taste and touch defies

gravity's logic. We are
locked in a vacuum
of lust. Tearing
each other's skin. To
realize

this is where we begin.
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Eat them
—soak your tongue purple
‘til you can spit lavender
seeds of budding
back into the earth.

Feel them, soft
silken petals—tickling
pollened nipples,
yellow belly, green-stemmed
thighs, reddened rose dripping
pollen to the roots.

Smell them—fragrant
flowers vanilla fresh
like overripe peaches, syrupy sweet
or caramelized candy—melting in the heat
of your mouth.

See them
—puckered pussy
willows, delicate daffodildos—
sweating petals, shedding leaves, coming clean
a sappy cream.
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She scatters in like autumn,

crimson. Each step is a match

striking the shadows erubescent.

She conjures bolts of lightning

to rotate her stride, tames

scorpions to bear her on their backs.

I swear it takes a week—

the same length of time

God needed to conjugate

a verb from breath—for her

to wind from the door to the stool

where her legs shiver down,

two serpents, thick

with all the promises of apples.
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You succumb to this lust
as you sink into the hidden
lava moving deep inside my c unt,
g-spot space between hunger
and purgatory, where pain is
delicious.

You hold me with
albatross hands, your dirty
words confusing the slick war
between allies and lovers that
spins round and round with my
hips into the madness of certain
confession.

Take me to your priest,
shove me into your coc k of veined
steel, smile above me like a devil
mast, and hope this is just lust—
Pray I don’t take you into
the places between windows
and sunlight, where rain shines
like shards of glass and time sighs
suspended in love-fuc king.
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After the fumbled buckles unknotted.
Wine to her lips running red
Drips like spilled paint on my stripped skin
In that room I couldn’t see
Cheesecloth haze and sepia air.
Nothing clear but the pulse in my veins and her eyes groping me
Like seeking hands in sentient snow
Her first fevered touch of sudden lightning on a stormless night
Charged, a gale of coarse hair
Heaving shock, freezing a kiss in the walls of my chest, pinned
As my arms above my head.
Anchored ropes singeing my wrists,
My ankles as I twisted to her hovering body
Close, not enough, too much, and I tuned her delight
Prone, in her rich hold

I twitched under rapid breath
Her smile swaggered and branded my flesh
Dawdling kisses bathed my hips
Dried spit like c um crusted on the hard curve of my bones.
Temptation and disavowal
Passion and indifference and gusts of explosive memory
A blizzard beating the bay window
White noise absorbing my purple loaded pleas
Then silence; our covenant observed
My tissues groaned, joints bridged across that fatal distance
Where rivers rushed and climbed the banks
Overflowing finally; rapture released, organs gaunt
Imploding, evident gasps
And drops of dew we shared; secrets
Beaten and exposed in the taut light .....
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pink, white, red surrounding
dark, moist, inviting, confining
warm, wet, pulsating
soft, hard, sharp, vibrating
moving, bobbing, pitching and yawing

warm, soft, spongy yet unyielding
oozing, salty, basic
pinkish, purple, flesh toned
cylindrical, bulbous, blunt and knobby

sliding, poking, stiffening, growing?
wetter, tighter, squishy, scraping

vocal, strident, moaning, commanding!
urging, pleading, praising, demanding

sucking, pulling, dragging, squeezing
pushing, brutish, probing, throbbing

spitting, pumping, flowing, waves
swallowing, almost gagging, drinking
dribbling, dripping, softening, shrinking
tasting, spongy, sweet, salty, sticky

empty

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She has green eyes, with lashes
so long.

Petal pink lips separating to give
birth to words that will spin around
and around in your brain, keeping your
attention faithfully.

Skin pale, and so soft to the touch.

Humble heart, looking into mirrors and
seeing only her self-inflicted scars, but
not the ones caused by others.

Hold no grudges and hold warmth inside
her mind for all, even those who have wronged
her so bad.

Those green eyes will always sparkle for
you, no matter who you are.

Friendly, kind, and sing-song voice just
eager to speak with you, her mind caught on
you like you're a hook and she a fish to
bait.

Green eyed wonder, yet I still have to refer
to myself as she.
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He sat alone each night,

watching the sun set.

The conflagrant giant shone through his parchment bones,

alighting the crisp edges of his pallid face.

Warmth passed over him, unfelt.



Her smile, lighthouse beacon amidst the rocky shore,

illuminated his crinkled mind,

yet grew dimmer by the day, fading.

Memories cannot last forever;

paper will only retain unkempt ink for so long.



Lines drawn across his chiffon cheeks;

besmirched, smudging as he wept.

Rustling in the cruel winds,

he fluttered, blotted resolve weakening,

as his diaphonous skin wavered.



A boy without a mother

is like a book written in pencil, erased.

The once beautiful illustrations,

marvellous words, and wondrous tales,

rubbed out, to little more than traces of grey smudges.



With every day that passed, his feeble form thinned,

the bitter tides clinging to the blank pages,

tearing them out, one by one.

Until there was nothing left but an empty cover,

and pages blowing away in the wind.



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A siren’s call

Luring me

to destruction with

the promise of seduction



She barely plays fair

The sound her love makes

fervent frequencies

weaken me easily



Singing only to my instincts

transcending a hardened heart

a passionate performance

played in the key of me



From movement to movement

her movements moved me

both body and soul locked

in impossible harmonies



Lengthy notes lined

with velvet vibrato

resonate deeply

as she steals me completely.
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tie me to your bedposts baby
whip me with your hair

poke me stroke me
even choke me
bite me everywhere

slip n slide inside me babe
and burn me with your fire

drip hot wax around my heart
lick my hard desire

drag your claws
ön down my spine
now smack me nice n hard

wear me like a second skin
blow bubbles in my blood

nip and grind help me find
the places where I scream

eat me beat me
now complete me...

whip me,
an' I'll cream
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Heaven between her legs
On my Harley motorbike
She enforces the karma
Of the afterlife
This lady has style
She will redeem you with her smile

With a toss of her hair
She captures my gaze
No need for words
I understand her ways
So in tune with the truth
She will always find the proof

Her leather boots have stiletto heels
That have punctured their way into my heart
The rings that she wears
Are symbols that she plays a part
She controls our destiny
A new marauder for you and me

I see her on the horizon
She is coming for you
To help you through the night
A witness to everything that you do
There is nothing that she does not know
Look inside, are you friend or foe
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Mother of Jesus
I am so fuc king high right now
That I hope no one notices
Let me tell you about a girl I know
We fuc ked in the summer heat
Our bodies sticky with sweat
I was fixated on the wound on her hand
And the moles on her back
The sunburn that grazed her skin
As we fornicated against each other
I buried my face in her pus sy hair
Taking in all of her scent
Sex poem
Ready for you
Welcome to the human race
Not always so pretty
The look on your face
As you ride your orgasm
Your body is a paradise of curves
A soft and gentle cat
Ready to bite and scratch
Stand in your stiletto heals
Presenting your ass to me
A vision in white
Yes you are the ocean mother
Holding on to my balls
With your soft hands
As I cu m
Kissing your smile
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Covering your tracks in the rain
No way to unburden your soul
After living such rancid dreams
Desire has quickened its pace
Searching the darkest abyss
For the remnants of Babylon
Diseased among the refugees
The smell of rotting flesh
Betraying the beauty of youth
An image from the past
Fuels the fires of passion
The rest is left dissolute
Mired in what we can feel
And if this is our last sunset
I do not want to die
Out in the street
Immersed in such tragedies of earth
Take me back to our special place
Nestled among the foothills
Where we made love
Watched by the fading rays of the sun
Red, gold and lavender
They cannot steal these dreams
That are hidden in my heart
Living in the shadow of memory
As we face the future
The horizon appears wide open
Our trajectories more certain
Aimed at the rising sun

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