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#5297 Dec 31, 2012
Just sex is that indeed, just
Love... well... that's....


Brisbane, Australia

#5299 Dec 31, 2012
The intimacy of you
delving deep
swinging high
jewelled doves
pushing my bones
to a shifting forest

heated feather touch kisses
smashing footsteps
my blood is cursed
dripping honey on your chest

I thought I heard a phoenix cry
in the twilight toes of night
you are divintity my love
and I are your broken eternity

the light grows cold
casting hellish shadows
on my blistered insides

how has this come to pass
your sharp neglect
but it brings a sorrowful blow
the wonders of you
this love so newborn
but ancient in its roots
a bowlful of heartache
only lucifer would serve

I lay in shrieking winds
red spirits whirling palms over me

time passing

days blowing

I pray for some merciful velvet
I am but a dowdy shroud

Brisbane, Australia

#5300 Dec 31, 2012
pale brushes,
few hurried,
forced slides
that my quill
now merely offers
it's past ink-perfumed mistress,
now a crumpled beauty.

My paper lies quiet
in its paled glory,
I'd rather be torn than empty

Brisbane, Australia

#5301 Dec 31, 2012
And then the rain came down,


broken down bodies
writhing in the hot dirt.

parcels of drunken flesh

into endless spasms

fingers push me

to dance in evergreen puddles

all my layers

set into flame,

with the tip of the tongue.
A bite of the teeth.
A push of some hardness.

with a frothing desire,
it slips...

into place.

Brisbane, Australia

#5302 Dec 31, 2012
Woke up next to you, feeling like a ice pop
kissed your vermilion border, gave you my half of the sheets
you whispered in my ear, "No, I want you to be warm"
grabbed your jacket and placed it on my frame
your'e so sweet like two stevia packets emptied on to my tongue
lemons and oranges couldnt be squeezed as good as your huggies...

That one night, in my room, under the blacklight
my jokes were corny but I saw that paperwhite smile glow
along with your hippie acid tripping mushroom posters
remember when we ate out those few times
it made me happy when you enjoyed your food
I liked it when you enjoyed anything
those sparkling eyes your face carried always sunk me in deep
like an anchor approaching the ocean floor on top of hills that are really steep
when you were inside of me, yeah yeah at first it hurt
then it progressed like my grades in junior high
but id like to not see you go now
double negative,

I cant not see you anymore
it felt right, you felt left, so you left
just like the leaves depart from December 21st branches
you should be back soon and I'll wait
when you return, could we remake a copy of our last copulation?
in the backseat of your car or mine if i eventually get one
in your bed or even my own
behind the open house party next to that tree
me on top or you on top of me...

Link your pinky to my pinky and promise that you'll stay
just a little longer so we can grow for a bit
so we can be cacoons and become butterflies together
you can be high all the time,

in the sky I prefer....


Brisbane, Australia

#5303 Dec 31, 2012

Praying mantis' fucking

in broad daylight

public lovemaking

with no shame

for who is watching

or maybe

it turns them on

being watched, hmmm

I knew not

that the females

were twice the size

but although large

she is certainly

a beautiful creature

and him

smaller by far

and not quite as attractive

aware of his duty

to the praying mantis species

he is taking one

for the team

I petted her on the

back of her graceful head

with a toothpick

and she turned

and made direct

eye contact with me

as if saying

please let us be

you human purvert

We are making

praying mantis babies

and though

you may not know it

you need us

and I remembered then

in May or June

when I had seen

a praying mantis

here on my deck

no more than

a quarter inch long

barely recognizable

as one of their

noble species

and I wondered with a smile

might it have been her

or him?



Watch this vid

it is true!

This poor bastard

continues to mate

and deposit spermazoidal masses

even after he has

"lost his head"

So I have to assume

that the poor sperm donor

I observed yesterday

is now dead meat



Brisbane, Australia

#5304 Dec 31, 2012
Oceans of love crash into open floors
I deep sea dive to pluck out your pearl of disarray
scream for the banshees without bliss
and let's not weary into that wandering lust
where raunchy love notes are smeared with our kisses
your lipstick is the brand that I care to taste
while you ovulate and gestate my sweet fingering gestures
harpy little hippy harmonies from the bedroom

keep that pose as I immortalize your innocence, forever
just before I defile your very being
and you become the evil that drags my soul to hell
while I plunge inside of your juicy void of joy
look me in my eyes as I fuck you good and hard
your history and my seed will collide
and we will create a new breed of life for the world to fear

New mornings arise as you lay with my juices dripping from you
and we chant new tales of tantric melodies
you arch and I mount and we continue
I stay the pace because I am able
and you call me daddy for the long haul
each yes is repeated with my mighty "O"
and your eyes never leave mine

more prodigious estascy exploding inside of you
and you rub your belly as we lay in repose
kissing me gently, you ask,'can we try for triplets?'
the glare of your beauty, coupled with the God in your eyes
drops me deeper in love with you as we ~Try~
your magnetic flesh galloping amidst my sturdy pride
I buck and you hoist, we're the greatest team

eyes wide in the wake of yet another climax that spends us both
exhaust in haunting care that causes our limbs to shiver
the process of creating life is a struggle
yet we struggle together under the weight of oppression
and free terms of love that bids us to keep pushing forth
thus I push forth into you, all the more; you invite me even deeper

hours and hours persist, I huff and heave
images of your body still glisten inside of mine, weeks later
you walk into the room, fully naked and glistening
for round ... and you tell me that you've still more of my children
to plant inside of you
you are my garden
and I am your gardener

back to work

Brisbane, Australia

#5305 Dec 31, 2012
From face value, our faces have never touched
our lips have never kissed
yet our voices make love constantly
her number has this ringtone, a now revealed secret
yet she's still thumbing through the classics
searching for a perfect one, for mine

Our conversations are similar to first time dates
void of uncomfortable presentation
as we lay all of the ugly and beautiful on the table
and this is how we 'share' things that no one
will never know about,'us'
sort of a stretch, but our friendship's like a love affair

Do I have the aptitude to take her there? I already have
quiet little flirtatious comments that we pass, back and forth
never falls upon deaf ears, we hear the signals
we read the signs and we love the messages that we receive
this isn't for young minded puppy love-infested fools
this is more for the mature, implored grown folks society

She's full grown and I love how grown and filled out that she is
and she is quite sassy to the tongue but that's her niche
that's simply saying that she's in need of a good tongue lashing
cell phone chats become foreplay in a respectful way
she likes to play the word game about topics that broaden horizons
while she swings to the sway of a lover's prompted harmony

Do I have the aptitude to meet and greet her in a festive frolic moment?
I think I will; when? that's not for the public to know
we're still in-like, ink-wise and that's all that's needed to be answered
meanwhile, her private smile glistens to the philosophy
that's exchanged about the true definitions of good and great sex
her intrigue was piqued, arched eye-brow, as she still preferred, her way

Brisbane, Australia

#5306 Dec 31, 2012
nothing begets
a nude entrance
like the one that
you produce
subtle yet

with your rich and
round and tanned

giddy with

as we kiss and
tell the tale


a quaint-like
quiet evening

as I lock


put my hands



giddy with said gestures that proceed
to produce more prodigial affections
that we affectionately recall
the following morning

I could say that I long for you
that I love you
that I lust you
but instead
I decide to show you
all of the above

thus you beautifully
to each and every
depicted description

not meant
for written

but for
the mind
to indulge

thereafter, embrace

as we combine
the ultimate united climax


Brisbane, Australia

#5307 Dec 31, 2012
A subtle notion that invokes pale comparison
during the wake of a late night love sway

open invites to a swinger's front door, you let me in
and then... the magic began

one kiss transformed itself into a tongue's lap dance
and our mouths danced for quite awhile

I didn't mind, because I've been dying to kiss you for the longest time
my lips cradling the chocolate of yours

prompting your secondary chocolate lips to pucker
themselves into position for my lips to kiss them

a gracious pause in the moment prompted me to ask:
should I recall the events of our late night love making tryst

bathed in our beautiful bodies conjoined for the time being
a bouncing rhythm that strummed along our every moan

the proximity of our passion, pile-driven about mature needs
no need for puppy love, you and I are full grown sex hounds

your bark is equal to my bite, so let's exchange both, back and forth
let's leave those auto-tune love songs outside and toast to Marvin

over Chardonnay or Vodka or Cabernet Sauvignon, whichever tickles your labia
the best... I can assist later on throughout your umpteenth climax

you look at me and say that I'm a catch, claiming that other women
would ravish me because of my flesh's tone while you devour me
reminding me that this can't be love, yet we are of like minds
'Hush,' you tell me, don't make love to me, and don't fuck me

give me another kind of sex that you've never given another woman
this will be our own sex, each and every time our bodies collide

In said instance, I become a virgin once more, lost in your wiles
begging you to teach me the art of anatomical ecstasy, once more

Another promise broken... I told myself, I'd let you go
yet I find myself peering out of your Brooklyn window... once more

more scents of biscuits and coffee while the morning sun arises
both of our naked bodies entangled in demure fashion

I know your real name yet I never say it... we're strangers for the moment
you say to me, before we began and as we kissed each other good morning

a morning so good we didn't disclose the pain that we hid
trickled in panting depiction carried through octaves of orgasmic sighs

in the guise of the masks that we would wear through our bliss
we said it would better this way... one step further

away from the truth that we continue to deny
it's better this way, we both say

we both achieve bliss throughout the mural of madness
the sweat from your face drowns my thirst

I drink your tears and we cum once again
let this be how we continue to love each other


Brisbane, Australia

#5308 Dec 31, 2012
I wrote another letter in the guise of a secret
kept it closed in my back pocket
and walked home for the sake of distance
drunk on Evan Williams Honey Reserve
the outline of her full curves
still fresh in my fantasy
I shed a tear out of resentment
cell phone in my palm
fighting the urge to dial her number
and tell her that I'm still in love
with the idea of being in love with her
but I continue to fight myself
all the more... how embarrassing
drunk.... alone.... lost on a dark road.
faint light of my cell phone
to keep me company, while I question
myself on the possibilities of, "if"
and would I be a better suitor
than her last candidates
I drop my head of my intoxicated exhaust
walk home, hoping that I remember
how to get there
from this far of a distance
there's a distant road that separates us
and even though
I'm supposed to move on and let her do the same
my mumbling nonsense is translated
into her name: Candice

Sweet as Candy, yet bitter to the touch
she's my perfect girl
as far as I'm concerned
too many drinks for me to stay inside of the rhythm of this storyline
so I veer off into another stumbled plot:
plead with me this desperate poem
that I pass on through the mailbox of confidence
no longer shame in my swag-less tact
thus I reach out once more to touch your hair
yet I stop and stare and ask myself
why wasn't I born in another time frame
to where our houses were across from each other
and we were childhood grasshoppers
leading up to the grown roots that we would grow into
but that's more sad shit that I can't stomach

Brisbane, Australia

#5309 Dec 31, 2012
The one in the white... reminded me, of her
that preferred slow sex with the lights on
sometimes the rougher stuff would occur
when the coke and rum participated
in the beginning, she depicted me as the type
that preferred the slim model types
but I laughed that off immediately, and assured
that I loved full figured curves
the kind that I can deep-sea dive/slide inside
she smirked at my honesty
as I said, honestly, I know the red bone
is your girlfriend and I'd really like to watch
so just watch the glasses get filled up
once more with the liquor of your choice
while I lick the excess lime juice from your neckline
oh my, am I too forward due to my buzz
or is the buzz from your silver bullet
that has you purring on this dance floor

need I say more... let's say, no more
while we're tweaked to the peak where sneaky leaks
are drenching the fingers of hers and mine
while you grind to the sublime hind of both our sights
that's right, you're what the dreams of my dark side
has been looking for... let's just hold each other up
amidst the dirty vows and priest lisps
that listens from behind the murky wall
as we fall within the sheets of your girlfriend's shrieks

I'm a lost poet within the cause of your climax, for now
you're my dark side doll with an escort's smile
professional confessions pour from your moans
I fall in love so easily... that's a poet's curse
you shed a tear while I recited my lothario's creed
while in between your knees and your girl kept
fighting me for the following orgasm... to come
but oh well, hell hath no fury as the jealousy of another
and your woman and I were at war for your
womanhood... while she slept, we crept for a moonlit
glance... the chance that kept this secret love affair
was quite sad, but neccessary
the cranberry in your perfume scent, told me that
I might find you in a different light

the liquor, your weed; her cocaine and the rush of it all
sends into a blur that we don't recall completely
but I completely remember your name
and the way your face kept that tarnished grin
as you invited me in and begged me not to pull out
not a doubt could be cast in the heat of the last gasp
that beautiful breath that grabbed around my throat
as we kissed for one more time
the wonderful rhyme of a romantic quip
dripped from the lips of your womanly wit
an enigma that tripped me up on my way out the door
need I say more... your stocking left on the floor
filled with your scent as I set out on a new journey
to find another you
that you claimed to be
the other you

Brisbane, Australia

#5310 Dec 31, 2012
She told me I've been away for far too long
no apology would suffice
save for my lips upon hers, for the rest of the night
she'd then rest her head in my lap
and torture me this way
oh God, sheer torture doth her mouth provide

I would become hers, once more, for sake of truth
no more lies once clothes are shed
sweet passion to pierce mutually
we would scream in unison as we'd begin
turtle tongue play to a quick bliss

It's been too long, she quipped
you need to be re-taught
open your mouth, baby and let me feed you
I could do nothing except comply
her ocean drenched my throat throughout

she would scream more and I'd drown in gulping choke
her hands gripped me tight, sliding me back
inside the place to where I died before
reborn within fiery explosion, once more, for her sake
she enjoyed the aftershocks

she didn't want to hear apologies
nor excuses; she just wanted me to keep going
as long as it takes, she said
as long as it takes, Devine baby: Keep Going!
hard to soft and thrust to grind, I complied

this became a dance of effort, inside of desire by chance
I laid waste to my own doubt
she didn't want a Mandingo to climb her roots
she wanted Me to dig beneath her soil
and planted a more beautiful seed

I heard her loud and clear
I kept going

Brisbane, Australia

#5311 Dec 31, 2012
I kept this memo on the dresser
this photo as a reminder
she was the peace of my signed woe
a woman of merit yet cherished bliss
I would bottle subtle memories
filled with love that oozed of our
sincere and fierce love-making
the look in her eyes as we'd entwine
face to face, limb to limb; me inside
of her, spoke radiant words of pleasure
and promise; she told me that she
trusted me throughout each humming
moan; our love song bled into an open
London window, where morning cigarettes
are shared, biscuits for breakfast,
vanilla coffee with soy milk; she would tell me
that she had to leave, but she wanted me
to stay, at her place... for as long as I wanted
coated over her shoulders, her hair wild in
tamed fashion for the world to accept
she'd kiss my forehead and the lips
as she'd hover over me, in domineering
submission; this is how she would control
my desires, for her
there's orange juice and beer in the fridge
she'd say, just as she opens the door
twists her upper body to give me the peace sign
blow another kiss and head out into the world
returning hours later, after the sun would set
and I'd remain the loyal affair, in her bed
arms behind my head, staring up at a blank ceiling
reflecting my state of purpose in her afterlife

Brisbane, Australia

#5312 Dec 31, 2012
When the world stops and God decides to damn us all
I'll still harbor a piece of heaven, just for you
a toast of bread and wine as I recline
yet you won't be there to join me
this isn't a diss, but a kiss from afar, wherever you are
you told me, once upon a time, in a line
that combined tragedy with irony
that your stars aren't aligned with mine
yet the currents in our oceans keep colliding
from different longitudes
you retain the distant attitude
and I continue to be foolish poet, for you
you laugh and scoff, teasing me for a sensitive heart
am I on an Emo tip or simply a genuine gesture
if you decide to answer that question
I'll cut you off and answer for myself
I'm trying to display a romance that has died
in an age of recession, stupid thugs, and false poetry
I know you will understand when I say that I will love you in the dark
even though the sun shines from a sunset's point of view
I confess that these words are for you while I lie
and disguise my insight in the guise, suggesting that I'm lusting
for you
let's keep that additional factor between us
while the secret of a promise is more sacred
than the scrutiny that we insist
I sway my eyes to the silhouette of your nudity
cautiously contending to your womanly debris

Brisbane, Australia

#5313 Dec 31, 2012
Intricate words, placed intimately
upon loose leaf words left from lips
that kisses quiet mouths in silence
I left college for her master's degree
the doctorate in her desires, dripped
then splashed, then drowned my
face for the sake of face value

why argue with literal meaning
she meant to sit on my face
and give me mouth-to-mouth
while I yearned to insert erect curved verbs
deep inside her uterus' purred learning curve
could I pass her head game
and would she succumb to my strumming
pearl's chorus
echoing her need to for a well-endowed penis
that bottoms her out
her spread legs amidst my third leg
she's bottomed out
and I'm the king of her climax
that seems to concave alongside her inner caves
riveting in a shivering bliss
dismissing nonetheless
she exhales...
...and rests...

I smirk as she jerks in her sleep

Brisbane, Australia

#5314 Dec 31, 2012
I crash landed in your erotic wet-dream
sent a kiss from my pleading lips
prayed to God that it reached your soul
while I stand in a sea of insanity
playing the painter to your sexy poses
mixing the colors and stroking the brushes
while you continue to stand still amidst time
a simple satin sheet against your naked skin
as I'd lick my chops and sharpen my canvas
for the climax of your colorful beauty
complimenting my masterpiece as the greatest portrait... Ever

I could paint your essence forever, while I paint your back
with my perfect mixture... can you feel the warmth of it?
let me compose each character in your sequenced detail
I love to accentuate your beauty all the more
thus to explore the inner and outer contours of your womanly core
keep that pose, hike your hips a little higher for me, darling
oh just like that, baby, I love your curved Venus
it pleads me to pluck each manipulated moan with my fingertips
please my love, may I lick those mahogany lips into submission
kiss those fleeting fears as I admire your symmetry
I know that you're built to my precise fetish
while I prompt to tell me to taste you deeply
taste you like no other man has ever tasted you
bury my face inside of your vaginal canal of vesper-ed vintage
your taste is like wine, I cherish every swig
let me taste your heaven

lay down on your back, don't deny the look in your eyes
as I push my longing love inside of you
consummating the look on the face
as you accept the gift that I yearn to give you
deep and efficiently, inside of you
grasp me good while I drive my delight home
bottoming out burdens and burying bliss beneath bliss
listening to your moans, you will love this feeling of fulFILLment
as I fill you from the inside... OUT
let's make love and put the concept of love
to sheer shame
make love with me, my beautiful muse
I swear,.........

you won't regret any inch of it

Brisbane, Australia

#5315 Dec 31, 2012
Drinks abound, all the way around
listen doll, I'm ten toes down
off that good drink for the moment
while you hint
that the pint in your private part
could gush at any moment

I love the jungle in your curves
the angle of your handiwork
while I spew to your climatic cue
O.M.F 'n'.G.
that middle finger that you pose with
in the picture
is the same middle finger
that you plunged in your honey pot
prompting me to watch you fuck yourself
into a coma
yelping for me to help you to finish

drinks on me
drinks for you
while you pour more drinks
on me
during drunken sex
underneath the farce of friendship
are you sure you're not
an alcoholic?
I think that your pussy is...

oh well, let's pelvis pump for the hell of it
slapping flesh amidst the mesh
that makes a mess for the mess of it
cognac confessions keeps me guessing
close mouths open legs for the deep fed

backside spread all the way to the boardwalk
loose boots place wide for the booty wobble
shake fest
quake best, in your rabbit shivers
kill joy for blue pill burdens
that chills out, champagne in the back of the bedroom
headboards fucked up
in the swing of the orgy
or does she simply likes the chase
throats endangered, clean molestation
fucked across the face


Brisbane, Australia

#5316 Dec 31, 2012
Laid up in a laid out laden plot
for eyes to watch me as I climb out
wish me well or wish me not
but this ink is fading fast
so read quick and
keep it to yourself
ask yourself what that meant
and I might tell you the truth
but then again, I just might... not
it all depends
on my pen's plight for the moment
as the moment makes love to
the climax that saturates stick willow
sleepy eyed soliloquy
lend me your storied scars
I have the perfect wounds to heal them both
so bleed
and bleed some more

...please bleed more than me.......

My pleads still reach the ears of some
while many others watch me
trip myself up in the fabrics of time
only time will tell
what I could tell my late mother
without smothering my baby's breath
singing breathing poems
that beats out abusive breaths
I breathe, nonetheless
achieve what I digress
esteem what I embellish
aspire what could be acres of aspects
that accepts what I expect
I speak this way because of
how way my mind works
too fast for me to follow
too slow for me to surpass
so I
hover amidst my own thoughts
hoping to catch on

Brisbane, Australia

#5317 Dec 31, 2012
Open toed oblivion
catering to chaos
while a kiss tells more
than any bedroom confession
taken from behind
soft wet sensations, placed
upon the lips of tedious
a lip service
I've kept hush about
round-about romance
enchanted by chance
closed by tattled tales
swinging her tail in my view
perfect seance
need I say the rest for
the rest of the play time
she likes to play
as do I... so we share
the playground

modeling in photography
I listen to her dirty talk
over the voice mail
while she's flying over here
on the red eye
two lives, two jobs, plus two
careers; a secret kid
that she had with an executive
living like a queen
with a madam's sole strut
a posture that's appealing
when she's feeling like
luring newer love into her
nest egg

I've played that pose
while I pose amidst her
pristine pillow princess lick
her deeper 'til she suffocates
our secrets are much cleaner
than covert clause
our passion is without pause
she sprawls just before
my withdrawal
naughtier finishes follow
suit, later on...

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