she is homemade thunder.

i wonder if one night
she will fuck me as
loud as she fucks
the sky.

Tea Time

Actually,
I would
quite boldly say
to hell
with the tea

The only warm thing
I want
slipping down my throat
would be the sweet
nectar
you keep hidden
between that
eloquent pair
of painted thighs

Sexy as fuck

Lubricated language
slips from tongue
leaving streaks
upon mind
and stimulating
more than interest

Weave tales,
leave trails,
trace the path
of fantastic
lower, lower,
ahhhh

Speak to me,
sweet lips,
I’ll find you in the dark
while sunlight glistens
on the moisture
you’ve inspired

An ocean of sweat,
a river of cum,
a grin a continent wide
and the squirm in my chair
exposes the power
of your verse

again and again and again

push me up
against the wall;
turn your ear
to meet these lips
and listen.

in whispers—

heavy sounds,
sweet nothings
and dark secrets.
breathy pauses.

your metaphors,
wisps of smoke
that bite and lick,
that kiss your skin.

wrap yourself
around flame.
fill me with 
heated words.

hugging the curves of your
lips, wet with desire,
liquid inspiration
runs slick between us.

your words feel
so good— 
when they hit
so deep.

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Distractions

I imagine you under the table in my meetings. I imagine you doing the things I tell you to. I imagine you waiting for me in the hotel room as I send you a text with instructions to take a hot shower for me. I want your skin to be so very warm and pliant to kneading, like the softest of baker’s dough. Then I want you to put on a blindfold and lie on the bed naked just before I get back. Of course, you feel nervous about my requests, but always eager to please me, you take the shower as I asked, not even sure why. Then, you hold the blindfold while you sit on the bed waiting, wondering why you are doing this, your heart palpitating all the while. You get another text from me, I’m in the elevator, my instructions are to put on the blindfold and not to speak. You do it, settling naked onto the bed, and you hear me enter the room. I don’t say anything… you wonder for a moment if it is even me, and then you imagine where my heavy eyes are traveling across the terrain of your warmed naked flesh. Am I lingering on your soft thighs, your breasts falling to the sides? Perhaps your pink nipples relaxed by the hot shower? You hear me moving around calmly, placing my watch on the nightstand, undoing my belt, my clothes crumpling to the floor before I climb onto the bed and gently place an outstretched hand below your diaphragm where your sexual energy is focused the most. You feel the warmth of my heavy palm and the pressure of my fingertips sinking into your skin, I’m running them firmly and slowly up between your breasts, up to and around your neck, then a kiss behind your ear which I know will cause you to sizzle the most and enter into a state of hypnosis, just like you told me you would. Deprived of sight, my very touch ignites sparks beneath your shallow skin which burns for more after my touch has passed. Deep below your diaphragm, the gap between your breasts, your neck, they each cry to me independently “Come back!” But you bite your tongue, I asked you for silence and you obey. My fingers are no longer upon you, but why are you so wet, love? I can smell the ocean boiling over inside of you. Were you an apple I would steam you over with my warm breath, polish you carefully with my skin until you glisten, hold you up before me eyes to find the most delicious curve to wrap my masculine lips around, then sink my teeth deeply into you, sucking your juices out as pieces of your sanity fall away into my mouth, crisp, clean, like temptation, I’ll swallow you whole. Oh, what comes next? If things go as planned it will be you. Most certainly, you will come first… then it’s my turn.

Starfucker

I want to fuck
Your constellations
So you can see stars

The flavor of you

Your skin taste like candy
To my fingertips
Your eyes alcohol to my blood
Your lips lustful and rich
Like chocolate on my tongue
I want to savor you
Taste you like a wine
Upon your body
I could forever dine
For I am ever thirsty
And you are a tall drink
Quench me?

.

She dances bare - wearing nothing but cigarette smoke and cerise lipstick and not only your heart throbs nervously.

I want to be
fucked until I
no longer
remember

what
it feels like to come

moaning
your name

spread open

your glistening heart
moist with anticipation
teased with a rolling tongue
in preparation
for the penetration
of my hard words

lips as smooth as
red velvet liquor,
leaving stains
along the dents
of my craving
spine, no touch
can electrify this
way, no fingers
pull strings as
softly, melodiously
as yours, no
heaven more 
pleasing than
these lattice
wooden floors.

you will be the
death of me, 
you with your
red velvet lips,

you will be the
death of me,
and i’ll drink you
down in sighs and
light sips, before the
moon drowns in
the ecstasy of the
dawn in your 
ivory eyes,
carving secrets
of eternal bliss
in every caress,
every kiss.

A zephyr...

lifts my dress hem
and for a split second
I can only think of him
and how I wish 
it was his hand 
painting my face red

Mumbles

He told me to hush.

I told him to make me.

Figurine

run your hand over the smooth surface,
caress each grain and finger each knot,
soften your touch as you feel each curve,
and press into the subtle dents of wear

gently lift your hand off her skin,
          the figure isn’t her…

I’m filling you up
like empty tea cups
that spill over
and under
into my
heavy thoughts

I crash and collide
against your bottomless
curves
and I tell myself
that you will
topple over,
and be finished
with me
soon

forked

when the one foot
goes the one way
while the other
points the other way

when soles meet air
free from despair
because that inbox
will be neatly filled

moisture gathers lavishly
you don’t care for
for an entrance fee
a passenger will do

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