Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5808 Jan 26, 2013
Dear Muse,



Consumed

in restlessness

I pace...

dry
as the winds
that rip

through my woods.


Storm clouds roll in quick

and Iím on the edge

of a precipiceÖ

as fingertips fly

across

these

keys

I feel tensionís

inertia release.



Euphoric,

I am a

solar

plexus

quake

of Jamaican drums;

I thrive

I writhe

in rhythm.



Abandon's dance
overflows
in
me
woman possessed,

I laugh
and proclaim

a challenge

to you ―

my fickle muse.

Bring your storms,
dark and torn
surround me with
your
jagged
thunder!



I lift my face

drenched
in
your
rain
and relish
sensationís
feral taste.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5809 Jan 26, 2013
A tear shaped bottle

full of purple

slow

drops

echo

and silence

breaks



daydreams

fill an empty

claw-foot tub



as mist rises

lume libero



our skin wet

with lavender
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5810 Jan 26, 2013
secure
in the electric persona
of you;



Willingly vibrant
within the cocoon
of your firefly wings



I relish...
the freedom
to be authentically
me.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5811 Jan 26, 2013
He'd use, sundays

drown icons
after morning mass

birthing originality itself

until demand
altered images

uniformity
weakened God's hand

death judges quickly


we're numbers

generating yesterday's
untold abstract stories

Dali haunts us,
as sin does

kaleidoscopes on acid

juxtaposing
black, white, grey

til humanity's obscured
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5812 Jan 26, 2013
A glass of Cabernet Sauvignon to lead me to the park of memories
A grain of past pine to feed me like a shark randomly
With every sip I slip and sink in a red wave
With the tip of my lips my head a sad rave
My eyes follow like mad slaves while my thoughts stays
My skin craves the scent of melancholy
Red paint full of blood and cranberry
I try to swim back to my shore
I sigh It's dim like my black soul
I surrender to my weak breath
There where I remember to seek death
Suddenly a painful laugh sizes me
Reality Is faithful my other half silence me
A bottle rising with a letter Inside
The water erasing every letter I write....
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5813 Jan 26, 2013
Candles flicker

Red satin sheets

White silk lace

My desire to please



Your intoxicating smile

Awakens me inside

Your lips so sensual

Seducing my mind



Slowly I move closer

Walking into your embrace

Pressing my body to yours

My hands past your waist



Your kiss so tender

Sending shivers to the spine

Gently cupping your breast

My hands on your thighs



My hands follow your curves

As my lips taste your breast

Without saying a word

We fall to the bed



White silk lace

Pealed from your skin

Your lips find places

As I shudder within



Hands lost in your essence

Opening your thighs

Wine overflows

Soft moans and sighs



Skin to skin

Legs open wide

Deep thrusts as I enter

Our bodies collide



Hip up on hip

In a frantic haste

Thrusts become deeper

You quiver and shake



As if the planets aligned

My body fills yours

Your river overflows

Sweet screams of the night



Bodies so hot

Climbing on to my hips

I shut off the lights

Fulfilling your wish
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5814 Jan 26, 2013
Enchant my mind

Possess my soul

My heart is yours

You're half to my whole



The glare of the moon

Your seductive touch

A deep heated kiss

Revealing so much



Red satin lace

Against silken skin

A bed of roses

Such hunger within



Temperatures rise

With a caress of the face

Volumtus breasts

So eager to taste



A kiss of the neck

Cupping of the breast

Removing the lace

Falling onto the bed




Touching and teasing

Tasting the way

Entering her essence

A frantic display



Her nails in his back

Quivering inside

The deeper he tastes

She trembles and sighs



Caressing his face

Sweet moans are heard

Her climax is reached

Filling his thirst



Parting her legs

Finding his way

He enters with a thrust

Quivering in disarray



He thrusts with ease

She rains from within

Deeper each thrust

Dancing skin to skin



Hip up on hip

She moans in delight

He thrust even deepen

Overflowing his wine



Holding each other

A deep kiss is shared

Lovers in ecstasy

A true love affair
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5815 Jan 26, 2013
Let not this moist cavern
of tangled limbs and
sweat and the sense of sex ever
evaporate but distil
its latent power to
banish break of day so that
night and silence can reign in the
banked heat of skin on skin.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5816 Jan 26, 2013
"How should I take you?" He smiled,
Sliding two fingers into her soaking interior,
Swivelling to bring out the lightest of sighs
And the softest, most gentle of reactions,
As she squeezed him happily, murmuring:
"Let me count the ways..."
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5817 Jan 26, 2013
Its late at night, and lately,
I've been doing fine
But then she texts. She's horny
And looking for a good time.

I should say no.
But giving in to her wishes,
Is all I know

I used to love her
But I knew things wouldn't work.
I was right, and I got hurt

Now she only speaks to me,
When shes all alone
And needs a release

I don't want to be alone tonight
But she won't hold me, and when she does
It just doesn't feel quite right

But I'll please her anyway
So at least she'll pay attention to me,
Though, it'll be some other day

She arrives late, with a bag of toys
She wants me to use them, and my mouth
I do as I'm told,
apparently better than other guys

I lick and suck
She tells me grab a toy
She wants to fuck

I make her moan, and scream
You'd think she cared for me
But nothing is ever what it seems

After an hour, I finally stop
Not that I needed to
But in my neck, there's a knot.

She praises my ability
And her legs are still shaking.
I want to cuddle,
but am met with hostility

She wants to sleep
And doesn't like being touched
So I'm alone again,
till next we meet

Perhaps one day,
someone will hold me
And treat me with respect
Until then, I'm only good,
for eating pussy
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5818 Jan 26, 2013
To the bush rich and thick,
Full of esoteric limerick.

To the bush full and tightly woven,
As the young girl turns into woman.

To the bush a dark forest damp,
Men prance to its encampment.

To the bush of honey brown,
Sweet treasures to be found.

To the bush of wheaten fields,
Billowing waves in passionís zeal.

To the bush a haystack on fire,
Full of wet burning desire.

To the bush viscous mysterious,
Bermuda Triangle of passions delirious.

To the bush a man can sink his lips in,
And floss his teeth naturally in-between meals.

To the bush and the young women,
That saves their razors for armpits and legs.
And leave their steaming haystack in great array.

EPITLOGUE:
Why women shave between their legs is beyond me,
Is it because they all want to look the same?
Bare of hair bland and plain?
The lost of individuality?
A proclamation of hairless liberty?
Or is it because of thong sun suits?
I didnít see tan lines on the last two,
Whatís a man to do?

Girls-ladies and dear women let your hair grown rich and thick,
Something a real man can lay his cheek against when exhausted,
Like a silk carpet of passions deep,
Drenched with womanly wetness in secret keep,
And save your razor for your long legs and armpits.
From a poet that cares about your thick short hairs.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5819 Jan 26, 2013
I didnít need to say I love you...
When I lay with your memory this morning...
The soft pillow next to my shoulder...
Your impression on my mind...
Tangerine on my tongue and I could taste you...
Sunlight danced through the curtains...
And your hands found my skin...

I didnít need to say I love you...
When the cool breeze fluttered over my skin...
Like your lips upon me... searching for treasure...
Exploring south from my chest to my waist...
Honey on my tongue and I could taste you...
A thousand years of wanting on my thoughts...
And your mouth has found my skin...

I didnít need to say I love you...
When an image of you teased my soul...
The caress of the goddess on my hard stomach...
Knowledge and juices flowing together...
Whiskey on my tongue and I could taste you...
Your haunting has embraced me...
And your body has found my skin...

I didnít need to say I love you...
But I wanted too...
The day exploding into my head...
And the memory faded as life bristled at last...
Salt on my tongue and I could almost taste you...
The light betraying my dreams...
Hoping the darkness soon finds my skin...
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5820 Jan 26, 2013
Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
So you came forward
Just fast enough
So that your robe
Of thinly veiled secrets
Blew open lightly slightly
Bringing with it
Dark scented perfume
Of your bodyís mystery
I thought I caught
A small handful
Not yet promises
Hot and hoary
Slipping slippery
Between my fingers
Down into places
I dream to dare to go

Blue moon
You knew
What I was therefore
You held back
Out of arms reach
To tempt and tease and teach
So as to show
In showing slow
Each inch by inch
A sacrament
To be savored
Rolled over the tongue
Brightly lightly
Night fruit brushed
Brewing passions nectar
Humming bird licks
Butterfly kisses
Lacegap breaths
While hungry loins
Swell and ache
To reach touch and release.

Blue moon
Come to me
Clothe me in your wild eyes
Impassive feral
Under wrapt stone facade
Concealing your desire
Reflecting mine
Strained through
Fine silk
Black lace
Fishnet nylon
Feed my need
Feast at eventide
In this carnival
These masked days
Clever words in clever tongues
Aching reaching to touch


http://youtu.be/8elWF31oQCA
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5821 Jan 26, 2013
Forgive me as I mark
the purity of your body
with my need

indentations
mold to fingertips,
as you arch to my touch.

Forgive me as my teeth
tease you in rippled
paths of silken lace

and light glistens
on a descending
trail of kisses.

Forgive me as a moan
penetrates the depths
of your passion

and breathless I gasp
the bliss from your lips
muffling the whimpers.

Forgive me the silence
as the color slowly sets
in your delicate flesh

and the ache fades
as one by one
I taste your tears.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5822 Jan 26, 2013
Corn ground, the wheel rolled,
coated with fine powder,
the dust seeping into,
weeping into every whisper
like tears flooding the endless
cracks and indentations.

His fingertips marked her
like footsteps in the snow,
a temporary warmth
as skin heated and sweat
trailed rivulets in white.
Her touch painted him.

Dust danced in sunlight
as his shadow covered her
in dark motion, breathless
she arched to the light,
feeling his strength
seep into her every heartbeat.

The wheels rolled, grinding corn
between the dusted stone,
she moved beneath him and
in the infinite closeness
she became the dust
weeping into his whispers.

Level 2

Since: Jan 13

Location hidden

#5823 Jan 26, 2013
Never say a man loves less than a woman,
that your sex alone holds the cup of truth to that aching pain that swells the chest and tightens the throat. Know you not that as I stand before you stolid and strong I can barely keep the quaking fissures of my soul together from not rushing into your arms and pulling you close? But I must firmly I must stand you see. Tell me you can in those small tender ways you have.

-unknown man
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5824 Jan 26, 2013
Brush poised, thoughtful,
he lifts it to his lips
sucks it to a point
and draws a line.

She murmurs a soft giggle,
the brush down her neck,
round curve of breast,
and spiraling in
to her nipple.

As it stands, puckers up
like the kiss it seeks,
he paints the nipple,
a miniature mesa
in soft, subtle strokes.

She draws a deep breath.
The brush sweeping gently,
fleshes both breasts
circling in to center
another nipple.

A soft line feathers down
spreads curves and shadow
dancing round her navel
then beelines curvaceous
to twin hills close-set
and the valley between.

A soft gasp from her
a spread of the legs
a parting of lips
a pant as it paints
feather-light the rise
nestled there.

He takes his time here
brushing detail, relief,
of a cloak spread open
into wings exquisite
the hood slipping back,
light pink revealed
in a delicate blush.

She moans from the touch
a tease and a tickle
growing insistent
the brush dipped in
tracing under the hood
drawing her up
to an arch
and a cry.

The calligrapher sighs
painting droplets of dew
clearly pearlescent
trickling down wings
of softest rose
into a pool
below.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5825 Jan 26, 2013
Cradled just between your thighs
Approaching with my mouth.
The fullness of your wetness greets me
and my lips contact your warm essence.
Your sweet taste is on my tongue
and your fragrance stirs my senses.
No simple lick this time.
No halting cautious approach
Now is the time to consume you.

Press against my hungry mouth
As the tip of my tongue slides along the slippery furrow
Welcoming it to flow between rows of delicate petals.
Thrust hard now against my tongue.

Show me the power of your passion
take full this oral caress.
Exploring tongue now lifts the hood
and finds your precious pearl.
You moan now at this full approach,
signaling the finding of that button full.
I harden in response.

The play continues, my tongue provides
This full and unrelenting,
Focused only on your fulfillment.
Your body now comes fully tense,
and the sounds from you are stopped..
Concentrating... bearing down.
Let it flow my dear full song to sing,
As ecstasy approaches.

You press hard and fast against my mouth,
shameless in your use of it
the opportunity to provide,
until you cry out...
and in your release,
I find my own,
And mine will be the greater.
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5826 Jan 26, 2013
Friction of flesh,
in perversion we mesh
Your body swells,
mine gets wet.
Your steamy breath,upon my soft neck
our skin is sticky as we work up this sweat.
The salty taste I find so sweet
Give me more of your hot treat.
Build it up from deep inside...
explode all over my bare backside.
Trickling down my inner thigh,
it tickles me I want to cry.
You spread my legs and lick me dry
Still quivering, while here I lie.
Your tongue so masterfully navigates,
My pulse begins to accelerate...
You're teasing me, almost there,
I want to beg, but I don't dare.
If you choose you'll find your way,
if I'm lucky you'll make my day.
Gripping tightly ahold of your sheets...
at long last, your tongue
and my lips shall meet
Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

#5827 Jan 26, 2013
standing there
in the moonlight
in pantyhose
and those clunky
high heal shoes
bountiful
bare
breasts
and a nervous
half smile
on her pretty face
my
manhood
swells
and throbs

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