Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5641 Jan 21, 2013
A c ock
it's true,
I am all c ock at times
and you allow it
celebrate it
become the hand that caresses it
the lips that embrace it warmly,
the swollen c unt that swallows it
the woman that rides it
until it drags your pleasure
to beyond oblivion
and I rest with you,
now infinitely
much more than c ock.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5642 Jan 21, 2013
Are there moments you just FEEL me
...me touching you...
secret lil pleasures behind-your-eyes -
as you stare through a window
my fingertips so lightly flow as and where they will
seeking any and all
of you... the back of your neck
cheeks and jaw lines.....
the fine lines of lips' edge.

...and so nicely-gently-knowingly down and lightly -
longingly across the gentle rise as with each breath
...now shaking yet taken, barely held - released...
and onward to softly, intently circle the slightest bumps
raising and begging and raising still more
- trailing the growing heat and tingles
til rising the hills of harmony
those not-so-little peaks peaking
and all the while YOU are just so melting
puddling wanting more and more
the flowing feeling of fingers' tips freely
roaming the places of your growing need...

Your eyes aren't empty but they aren't there,
and your breath can't begin to catch
the heartbeats running and running
and the sheer FEEL as your back arches
so willingly - willfully thrusting more and more
OF you to the reach - begging for all the more
and still more of tips grasping and tightening
turning, turning the yearning and twisting... twists
tightening into HEAT and NEED and more...still more.

...and the shivers of want - need each touch, each grasp,
and then...god they flow further, further -'cross and down
each lil hair gasps and cries - muscles quake and beg
and the heat - the HEAT ... and you HOLD your breath
you KNOW...K N O W what's happening next and, and and
so forcefully exhale AS your hips just rise awaiting... awaiting -
THAT knowing touch...THAT touch right THERE....

GOD its just right there - centered.

Pressing tight - impossibly tight - to a rising YOU and then
so flowing the length, the silken slick very center
of all that is you at THIS moment, THIS instant,
and so impossibly entering within... so full and
soooo wantonly, purposefully, will-fully... taking
and expanding - flowing - ever in and in til touching

where they always were
and will ever be...
the part of me
in you
that made us - we.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5643 Jan 21, 2013
My fair one.
Like the snow,
Draped in sunshine.
Smooth as silk.
Eyes of sky.
So inviting,
Evoking my smile.
That beg my kiss.
How I love thee.
Need thee.
feel you,
Stirring in me.
Want you.
Beneath me.
Deep within thee.

Within my realm.
My castle walls,
Protect thee.
My armour,
Shields thee.
My sword,
Defends thee.
My arms surround thee.
In coiled heat.
My chains bind thee,
In your dreams.
My collar brands thee,
As mine.
I wait patiently,
Upon my throne.

Kneel to me.
For me.
Give all you are,
To me.
Trust me,
Desire me,
Above all others.
Your loins,
In heat,
for me.
You breath,
For me.
You only dream,
Of me.
Your body dies,
For me.
As I would,
And do,
For thee.

I am your,
Your Master.
The one,
Who holds,
the key.
Your hearts,
The one,
Who strokes your fire.
With my,
Salt sweet seed.

I am your Knight,
In Honor.
And I,
Complete thee.
As thee,
My heart.
Complete me.

Come my lady.
My hearts desire.
My Little one.
Who inspires,
Great deeds.
Know that I love thee.
Need thee.
Will have thee.
Show thee,
My hearts,
True blood.
As your,
Moist lips.

Ride upon,
This brave steed,
With me.
Feel his power,
Within your,
Virgin loins.
As he fly's us,
As if the wind,
To our place,
Amongst the bowers.
Let your flaxen,
Flow as a brook,
Within the breeze.
Trust and believe,
That I am he,
Who covets thee,
With an honorable heart.
A wise tongue.
A Passionate soul.
He, who has always,
Been the spectre,
Within your,
Erotic virgin dreams.

Know that I,
Am your knight.
True of heart,
And deeds.
That I hold thee,
In my palm,
Even as I,
Build your pedestal.
Know that,
No azure sky,
Can compete,
With thine eyes.
No spun gold,
With thy silken hair.
No flower,
With thy true scent.
No fruit,
With the lush,
Nor the blush.
Of thy lips.
No velvet royal,
With thy skin.
No confection,
Nor nectar,
With thy taste.
That thou,
Is perfection,
To me.

Come my Heart.
My lady of the moon.
Full with promise.
We have arrived,
At your destiny.
Here below,
The flowered branches,
Where I,
Will give thee gifts,
Of bliss,
My deep kiss,
Will gently,
Bring thee there.
See how my steed,
Bows for thee,
As I help thee alight.
He knows,
Thy pure heart too.

Trust in me.
Thy true knight.
Know my love is thine.
That no other,
Has its key,
But thee.
As I,
Hold the one,
To thy chastity.
Know, my love.
These shackles,
Will not chafe.
This whip,
This fire,
That is my body,
Will not burn.
But, be the instrument,
That will churn,
Your secrete desire.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5644 Jan 21, 2013
Know, my love,
Of my fond intent.
To take you where,
Satres flutes,
Will spend,
Sweet notes,
Upon thy soul.
Heat your loins.
And make woodsprites,
Laugh in carnal glee.

Trust in me,
As I shackle thee,
Upon this bower.
Feel earths power,
As it soothes,
Your trembling senses.

Know my sweet,
As my sword,
Cuts deft, not deep
Thy gown,
From such exquisite form.
That my intent,
Is noble,
Not greed.
That I will,
Turn thee into fire.
Take thee higher,
Then dragons soar.
And more,
I will,
Give thee,
Sweet ecstasy.

Be as patient,
As this,
Ancient tree.
Our love,
has only,
Just begun.
Just begun,
My heart.
Only just,

Oh my heart.
My fair one.
Dost thou tremble,
In fear?
Or better,
Tis it the,
Sweet fruit of,
No need to speak,
My heart.
I see in thine eyes,
Such love and trust,
It melts this Knights heart,
And I tremble with thee.
Vibrate with thee.
As if two lutes,
In sympathy.

Know my love.
How I honor thee.
Love thee,
Then all the celestial lights,
In heaven.
More than,
These poor words speak.
That I seek,
To find my heart,
In thee.
My soul,
In thee.
My strength,
In thee.
Your trust,
In me.
Makes this ache,
I feel,
A healing balm.
A calm,
I surrender to.

Be strong of heart,
My love.
As I bind thee,
Find thee,
Pulse to pulse,
To this,
Most ancient,
Of regal oaks.
Feel its wisdom.
Upon such,
Ivory flesh,
As thee's.
Bereft of gown,
I drown,
Love besotted eyes,
In this vision,
Of thy perfection.

Fear not,
My fair one.
My hearts delight.
As I blind thee,
With this silk.
Thy favor,
Upon my joust.
I seek,
Only thy pleasure.
Thy hearts,
Thy bodies,
Secret desire.
Thy most carnal,
Dreams made flesh.
This test,
Will know thy name.
Become the flame,
That consumes us.

My lady fair.
My dear one.
Pearl shell ears.
As my soft,
Yet, resonant voice,
Leads thee.
Takes thee,
Shows thee,
The pleasures,
The sirens,
Sing of.
Dream of.
And mortals,
Have only known,
Through the songs,
Of minstrels.

Feel my touch,
As I stroke thee.
Yet, gentle hands.
Your breasts heave,
Neath them.
Your nipples,
My playful thumbs.
My tongue,
A hot feather,
Of hummingbird wings.
My tender lips,
As if a babe.
My teeth,
A gentle bite,
That sends,
Of warm pleasure,
To thy,
Glistening loins.
This scent,
With anticipation.

Feel me,
As I taste thee.
My tongue,
A dervish.
My mouth,
A feverish,
That tender bud,
Within thy flower.
Your nectar,
A flagon,
of pure joy,
Upon my pallet.
Infuses my blood,
With thy,
Makes me flush,
With passion.

My little one.
My hearts own beat.
As I cut thy bonds.
Free thine eyes,
To again,
See into mine,
What loves journey,
Has become.
Where it shall go.
My sex,
A knights sword,
And proud.
To impale you.
Fill you.
Your virgin womb,
Its fond,
Let us mount,
This brave steed,
He kneels for thee.
As you,
Shall mount me.
As I breach,
Thy virgin door.
Such pain,
Become ecstasy,
My steeds gait,
Shall bring us there.
Fires roar.
Thunder scores.
Brave dragons soar.
And we become one,
With loves elementals.
Our passion,
A never ending story.
Our two souls,
A glory,
To the gods,
Of love.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5645 Jan 21, 2013
Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's sensual ecstasy.

Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell,
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of sweetness show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find the mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness see you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5646 Jan 21, 2013
In the small of her back
floats a perfect drop of sweat,
no alluring feature does it lack:
musty, tempting, wet.

Resting in a lake enclosed by land
surrounding beads threaten to break,
but with a light caress of my hand
the bead does not join the wake.

Drifting across the rise of her hips,
tickling, whispering, nibbling her skin,
goose bumps rise to meet my lips;
shivers, quivers, echo from deep within.

With an arch of her back the journey begins,
the perfect drop sails over delicate flesh
completely unaware of our delicious sins,
it rides over her skin to where our bodies mesh.

She turns to her side, it travels around the world
to drift down the valley 'tween rising hills
and exit again to a new land unfurled,
ready to take part in our sensual thrills.

I chase it's descent down her graceful neck,
the drop rises then pauses at the crest of her chin
like a sea faring gull aboard a ships deck.
But with the top of my lip I brush the drop in

to tide pools churning beneath my lovers mouth
and up over the swell of her lip.
My eyes look north, my hands move south,
I puase for a moment and then take a sip.

And for the drop it's the journeys end;
I share the sweet drop with a lovers kiss.
She opens her legs, her knees bend,
and we drift on a sea of sexual bliss.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5647 Jan 21, 2013
Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,
so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.

Falling in love
is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart
like a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin.
Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in.
I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me

and I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5648 Jan 21, 2013
With eyes softly closed
I still taste you...
the lingering scent
of lavendar,
the wispy strands
of your hair on my cheek,
the soft and gentle rhythm
of heartbeats -
mere moments before
locked as one
roaring and surging
now nestling gently
inside and out.

With eyes softly closed
I still feel the heat -
sheer animal flame
primal fire
released yet encompassing
quenched yet ever hungry,
the effort of merging
sweat's sweet sting,
the timeless moment,
the 'afters' glow
the infinite softness
of you
and me
and such a fullness
I've come to know.

With eyes softly closed
a single tear flows
the indescribable emotion
released from within
as the eyes silently open
and find yours
looking in.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5649 Jan 21, 2013
Inside my satin sheets
you move like a
finger entwined
in a silky tendril

The way I twist my hair
when I'm sleepy
stroking, rubbing,
feeling every smooth inch

Knotted, tied, restrained
to your strength
I slide across the sleek
machine you have shared with me

And with my sensual touch
my soft mouth, your warm scent
we sway to a song
our bodies have composed.

This is the music of us
the chorus of "sex"
the vibrato of our souls
the rhythm of our senses
the chorus of "sex."
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5650 Jan 21, 2013
Was it you outside my door...
the footsteps soft and swift
fleeting and paused
and swift once more...

I swore the knob turned
but you didn't enter
and I waited and waited

Somewhen my eyes closed
and the feel of you
the presence of you
the TOUCH found me
laying uncovered
and somehow BARE
so far beyond mere naked
and I wasn't afraid
didn't move to hide or cover

and I remembered to breathe
and my chest heaved
rising tight and taut
my heart beat and raced
and FLEW through the night
and I KNEW
the fingertips tracing so softly
up and down my flanks weren't mine
and my very soul GLOWED
can you understand???

Exhales and inhales merged as one
lips - softer than silk - flowed and floated
everywhere...EVERY - WHERE!
and dear GOD... the sheer HEAT
building and growing and flowing within
and I fell and fell and
into your arms
and was somehow
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5651 Jan 21, 2013
We used to pride ourselves
on the words we knew.
The dictionary sat beside us
but was seldom consulted.

I'm amazed when I think now
of how few words we actually used

to talk, that final game
we played over and over.
Our vocabularies froze,
it was as though we were down
to our last rack
of letters, board

space was limited to tight
corners or tricky gaps,
and the time limit, set so
long ago when time seemed endless,
ticked softly to its end.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5652 Jan 21, 2013
The years pass like summer's southern rain,
And time tends to gray the pain,
Bury the senses and blur the consequences?
Of leaving you.

The pictures hold no memories,
No tragedies ensue.
No longer can I taste the pleasure,
The treasure of loving you.

Until I caught you in the air,
A current so pure to assure my love.
Savor my hesitation,
Raze my concentration,
And (for a moment) still my heart.
Long enough to touch, taste, feel you again,
And tear my soul apart.

For I can lose sight of the sound of your pleas,
And escape the ease of your eyes.
But I'll never forget the soft scent of your skin,
And the way it touched mine.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5653 Jan 21, 2013
she's his fantasy girl
and wants to be his star
so she strips down to panties
jumps up on the bed
then turns her head
slips the lollipop
between her lips
and puts on a pouty face...


she seduces the lolly
from her wet mouth
and traces a sticky trail
that trickles down her belly
then she slips it in
between the elastic band
and her smooth white skin
and rubs herself down there...


she pulls them off
and tosses herself across the bed
spreads her legs wide
and shoves the candy inside
twisting and turning
sliding and sighing
moaning and groaning
and then she licks her lips...


finally she turns around
and bending down
she hikes her ass up in the air
she puts the sucker there
and swallows the candy whole
and all that is left
is the little white stick
and a cherry-flavored honey-pot...

Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5654 Jan 21, 2013
Your wonderland felt soft and supple,
jackfruit I shall call it,
juices running down my chin.

Every lash of my soft whip,
I felt you move the world,
if not your hips.
I heard you scream my name,
and make me into a God, oh God.
With every gutteral noise
and every claw diggin into my back,
you made me into a King of sweat,
and moaning,
and f ucking.
I lashed you some more.

Your sweet taste drove me to madness,
a Rolls-Royce ride to complete coming,
and never going.
Your wonderland is overflowing!
I move closer to my jackfruit and bath in its nectar.

You hold my head in your hands,
you smile.
Your wonderland is wet,
soft and supple,
jackfruit I shall call it.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5656 Jan 21, 2013

You may not want to but all will be fine,
Tonight I take you, tonight you're mine.
I'm going to de-flower you, make your cherry pop,
'Cause you're on the bottom, and I'm on the top.
There's no escaping, the hour is late,
It's going to happen, so accept your fate
I'll start off gentle, I'll start off slow,
It's your first time and we've a long way to go.
You love my fingers, you love my tongue,
So, why not my penis? It will be fun!
One finger, two finger, three finger, co ck!
You'll feel my manhood, hard as a rock.
I use plenty of lube, to ease the way,
I could do you rough, but that's not the way
Slippery head pushes in, breaking new ground,
I hear you moan softly, a heavenly sound.
There might some pain, it will be tight,
But just relax baby, it'll be alright.
I push some more, God I'm loving this night,
This is hard for you and you put up a fight.
But the worst is over, and I'm in to the hilt,
I feel your body relax, your resistance wilt.
I hold you tight, I hold you strong,
I'm deep inside you, where I want to belong.
I kiss you tenderly, all your pain is gone.
I feel you moving, I'm turning you on.
I heed your cue and pull slowly back,
Your pus sy clenches for another attack.
You cry out in delight as I push back home,
You writhe like a whore, impaled on my bone.
I increase the tempo, gently at first,
I've waited a long time to quench my thirst.
I build up a rhythm, steady and sure,
You clench and squirm and beg for more.
You squeeze my co ck in your silken trap,
I crank up the pace and my balls start to slap.
I start to grunt and you start to scream,
I'm fuc king you hard, I'm fucking you mean.
I'll fu ck you rough, I'll show you my class,
I'll caress your nipples, spank your sexy ass.
You've crossed the threshold, there's no return,
But plenty of tricks you'll willingly learn.
You push back hard, begging for more,
I go insane, flat to the floor.
I feel it cu ming, from deep in my balls,
We're rockin 'n' rollin, bed hitting the walls.
The neighbours must hear us, but I pay them no heed,
This is my time, I fulfil my need.
An explosion of light, ecstasy and sound,
I swear the whole bed, has moved off the ground.
I feel you cu mming, you shudder and freeze,
I give one final thrust and go weak in the knees.
I cum like a thunderbolt, frantic and wild,
I hear you whimpering like a grateful child.
I'm cum ming in gallons, as I empty my need,
I coat your pink insides with all of my seed.
A lingering buzz, then I make my retreat,
Cum dribbles from your ass and onto the sheet.
I am captivated by the view, a sight most gripping,
Distended and gaping, pink pussy dripping.
Exhausted and broken, but without regret,
Your body lies crumpled, shining with sweat.
Initiation completed, a dignified grace,
Overwhelming emotion, hands covering face.
You doze like a baby, in orgasmic bliss,
I roll over and seal our bond with a kiss.
For now you are mine, of this, be sure,
I have marked your insides, forever more.
Although we had climax, this is far from the end,
You are mine forever, so don't you forget it,
my beautiful friend.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5657 Jan 21, 2013
She took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
Shes got dried-up flowers, flaky skin
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin

Shes a nightmare hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondlin my world
Shes a whimsical, tragical beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit moody

Its a new age let-down in my face
Shes so spaced out and there aint no space
Shes got marijuana on the bathroom tile
Im caught in a vortex, shes changin my style

Shes a nightmare hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondlin my world
Shes a whimsical, tragical beauty
Uptight and a little bit snooty

... oh, oh, oh ...

Shes a magical, sparklin tease
Shes a rainbow chokin the breeze
Yo, shes bustin out onto the scene
With nightmare bogus poetry
Shes a melted avocado on the shelf
Shes the science of herself
Shes spazzing out on a cosmic level
And shes meditating with the devil
Shes cooking salad for breakfast
Shes got tofu the size of texas
Shes a witness to her own glory
Shes a never-ending story
Shes a frolicking depression
Shes a self-inflicted obsession
Shes got a thousand lonely husbands
Shes playin footsie in another dimension
Shes a goddess milking her time for all that its worth
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5658 Jan 21, 2013
Small squares of gold shimmer,
like heat haze on the crazy paving;

Glass shards of sunshine cutting warm lines
into the earth, waking, strangely, life in spring green pale buds struggling upwards...

Push away the soil, reach out, stretch, feel, touch, unfurl leaves,

Sigh up on high in swaying bowers as warmed winds flutter through blossomed cherry flowers, and ozone lifts drowsied bees from slumbering deep in winters sleep...

Dancing daffodils bob playful frilled saffron petals casting marionette shadows whilst flitting sparrows dip and weave against blackbirds spring eversong.

Even as we long for summer days pleasant memories shimmer like those sunshine rays and warm the lines to our heart, waking strange sensation elation...hope rises green and bright...

Like morning larks in hazy silver light.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5659 Jan 21, 2013
I'm gathering all my thoughts of you
and decorating my heart
These thoughts they make me happy
even though we're far apart
I'll spread them all throughout my soul
and place each one with care
These memories of times gone by
that you and I have shared
I laugh out loud at some of these thoughts
you crack me up sometimes
And other thoughts leave me deep within
there are many that prevoke my mind
Some thoughts are sad, I won't deny
and they have their place, too
They'll sit within the montage of
all of my thoughts of you
My decoration is not complete
as my heart sings a happy song
I'll keep gathering up my thoughts of you
as each day goes along
I'll find a place for each new thought
I won't throw any away
They'll stay with me within my heart
to remain on love's display

Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5660 Jan 21, 2013
I'm addicted to adrenaline,
thriving on anxiety,
no way to tell about,
the things inside of me.

Walking through the sand,
blinded by the heat,
dying from my thirst,
until again we meet.

Restlessly sleeping briefly,
wake up in a sweat.

Where am I, where am I,
seems that I forget.

Wild staring eyes,
staring into nothing.

Never you mind,
I'm just listening,
to the siren sing.

Amazing, amusing stress,
mind a pinball machine,
lightning, spinning, flashing,
don't know what it all means...

Dancing on the thin air of life
running circles around myself.

Losing track of space and time,
because of sights, sounds and smells.

Laughing in the face of fear.

Smiling in spite of it all.

Knowing that you're always here,
to catch me if I fall.

Enveloping myself in evening,
drinking the cool of night.

Living in a world of freedom,
so that I can sleep alright.

Getting by on the skin of my teeth,
but getting by all the same.

Life goes on until you die,
no matter how things change.

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void

Grey shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed.

There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
My Princess has thrown in the towel today

Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray.

Emptiness builds a home in this woman
In this girl, this child were hollows have bred

A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
And eats away at every connecting thread.

Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains

Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.....

I sit here reading the angst of others

But what for I do not know

I can not feel your pain

It is not for me to behold

I have problems of my own

So read the poetry that I post

If you like....

And if you don't it matters

To me, not even so

For I read and write for myself

And only myself

For mine own feelings alone can I behold.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5661 Jan 21, 2013
"A night of cold and darkness drear precedes the dismal dawn and morning light, is of the night and like a curtain drawn.
Sometimes life is of the night...of strangled grief..." (You wrote..)

Sometimes life so like the night, seems dark with fear and cruel,
Yet hope, like stars that glitter bright, does pierce its veil through.

My beloved resides within my heart, shining through all the fears,
Brightens the night like diamond stars, and with tenderness endears.

Be still dear heart, be bathed in light!..Though here on earth, so far apart,
Our souls are eternally entwined, brilliant spirals of pulsing stars.

May welling tears be turned to joy to mingle with those of mine...
One day together for all the rest, no longer a distant dream.

No night passed when we did not need to bind our hearts on tender dreams,
Of meetings on another plane...Love is written upon the soul..

No day gone spent when inner fire burned no lesser than lust's desire,
Written in letters of purest flame...the body is the soul's own tome.

A caress, a touch though feather light, burns my skin with ardent fire,
Traces there such passionate needs...expresses their souls whispered words.

Our love is written upon our souls, our bodies are the private tomes,
There it expresses its whispered words, and binds our two hearts on loving dreams...

The cold unfeeling wind caresses my skin
as hundreds of synaptically linked teeth chatter simultaneously,
I sit shivering numbed by the cold..
the whispering tap, tap, tapping fills my senses..

Messages sweep from terminal to terminal
the users absorb unintelligible commands
and carry out rigid unequivocal tasks..

Whispering shorthand words with one narrow meaning
....and no beauty,
grow inorginacally strung together,
but not linked..

These icy fragile chains form giant wholes
they cannot be bent, reformed, misconstrued, shaped less they snap.

I sit awkwardly thumping this keyboard..
I catch snatches of an alien language
in a cold sea of whispering keys
a confusing necessary desert...

Messages stretching across continents
lost in one big .com
an endless reservoir of ice cold infomation
the more you drink, the more there is, the more you want!

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