Body Pulse

To be eaten out,

ravaged and lavished

wicked tongues upon me,

alive again,

if I can recall it correctly,

for a moment’s breath,

close my eyes

with sighs

of awe and mortality,

pressed,

without remorse,

against the carpeted walls

and hardwood floors,

hallowed spaces

of earthen measure.

Your hot

heavy

liquid breaths quicken,

lapping up my juicy innocence,

sucking me free,

taking me home,

well at least harkening me back to my normative

supernatural state,

the sanctuary haven where I belong,

pouring my inhibitions out like

Michigan drizzle in July,

Im soaking down your albatross mouth,

you crave so harsh

and filthy

my dripping pleasure

for you to swallow

like carnal carnivals,

whiskey stings,

buzzing,

pulsing,

erotic vibrations

pound the walls of your skull

within a butterfly within your skull

and back again,

orgasm gasps,

clawing the air with fuck motions

and rolling oceans,

teeth on tits,

drinking me down dirty,

leaving marks

of taste and

time it takes for

me to forget

my brains

demons howling low,

scratching my insides,

and the pain he broke through

on my brittle bones.

But,

I knew

you could

tenderly etch

new patterns,

maybe melodies

of lips to hips,

each curve

entangled with

your hurricane hands,

oh so gently,

for a moment,

if you could

bare to slow

it down a measure,

cut time in

half with

a silver salty spoon,

run tips of fingers

over the arches

of my neck’s horizon,

shoulder lines

that quiver slightly

in delight,

breasts that tremble

at the thought,

the belly

that hungers

deep for thrusts

incarnate,

sex energy all the way up the spine,

to the head and explode,

and back down again,

womb to toes

quaking in the

wake of you,

round me lay and wait,

give and take me

with force then

supple pulses,

mouth brushes my

ear in whispered tones

as I melt toward you

with a moan that oozes out of me

by surprise,

tumbling together forward,

begging hard,

slippery slopes,

caves and poundings,

tight screams,

ride me with thick cocks,

fingers and hands and teeth,

fuck me gentle and smooth and rough and vamp,

between the sunrise,

through the cum and the pain and the

earth,

through the water and moonlight,

the carpenters, the wenches at the doorstep,

mousetraps and beetles and rock bands with

bad publicists,

lanterns and foreshadowing divine.

I want you all in,

all of you between my veins and bones and blood,

fill me up with the beast in you,

then begin again.

awakening sex and healing hands

The sun shifted

strange,

left me to see

the monoliths

stacked up like

decks of cards,

creating diseases,

killing all of us,

slowly,

with great pain and

tortured souls and lungs.

Death is Coming,

make no mistake of that.

I devoured you then,

in my sleep,

to detox us both,

healing sex and laying

my hands on your trembling

body,

my lips

dripping,

etching pleasure

on your dreams,

vast tongues on soft skin,

licking throbbing heads

and the like.

sitting,

quietly,

on the side of

beds,

pounding

pleading

pussy,

getting inside,

slow and deep,

thrusting all the way in

to the sweet,

secret places,

that it takes passion to find,

and tightening round,

till pulling out,

soaking 

spilling cum

down the rafters,

drenching heaven,

thick cocks,

mouths open,

tastes

soaking

and soothing

the throats

round america.

There was no use of

fighting urges

to strong

orgasms,

squirting and soaking sheets,

in the morning,

with holding onto

tight

headboards,

biting necks

and hard nipples,

asses slapping against

bold bodies,

fucks in the near evenings,

in chairs,

bent over desks

while reading Foucault,

late night

howls of hallelujahs,

riding and giving light

and

over and over til the dawn,

moans to make

the moon

cry out,

dizzy

in lust and delight. 

Live Erotic

Hostaged dragon

writhing and coiled up inside

the fire-breathing lust

of a woman,

my hands trembled

with pleasure and fury,

hurricane gypsy with

her tangled tormented wings,

pinned to her sides with

bloody bobby pins,

weeping howls

from the one-eyed

moon which gave way to

sex sounds and

absinthe drenched fairies

winking in her wake.

Mmm in reality,

the fall felt fucking good,

to let go of the future

and give in,

a miserably sweet surrender.

I opened my lungs back up to your breath,

pulses pumping,

twisted moon ravished

me on the mountaintops of

your deepest dreams,

the ones

of course,

that you don’t even care to remember.

I craved you in

my sleep,

though I kept my mouth shut,

glint in my eye,

dripping tongues

left me hopelessly helpless

only till morning,

when you dawned on me again,

and I woke up radiating wrath and

dangerous spells I learned

at the beginning,

when magic was alive and waltzing through

our veins with a vengeance.

This was no time to be silent,

Im afraid,

that time has come and gone.

We act now or die.

Rise and reveal,

delve and direct

your senses to the earth and

all her secrets,

infinite orgasms and awakenings,

healing hands and metaphors,

take hold,

live unique, exotic, erotic.

Sex Mouth.

In the mirror,
did I mention,
I had a dream and you
were standing there,
in the reflection
beside me?
There are others
further back,
in the mist and memory,
that linger,
and are quickly taunting
my patience,
taking me down,
down to hell
with every early morning coffee.
I promise to try to forget,
and dance out the ugly.

Out,
you nightmares,
the fear and the anger
quickens my breath,
growing impatience at apathy,
it sickens me.
Look me in the face,
with brave and vulgar passion
and say what
you have to say,
goddamn it,
the preacher mounts his pedestal,
the king his throne,
the corporations and
their psychopathic tendencies,
appetites for cruel mind diseases,
whilst we the suffering,
the real people,
slave for their green tyrant dollar
that fits snuggly in the pocketbooks
of the dead cement golden calf machine,
who gets an erection from the grand sight.

However,
the hanged man suddenly
opens his eyes and
gives me a wink
with his skeleton beauty eyes.
He smirks a Cheshire's grin,
starts to beat the voodoo drum,
forgets his worries,
let's the pleasure pour over him.
Hands learn to feel free to wander,
the secrets you keep from me
start to be forgotten as my heat rises,
the rhythm of the night brings
us back to bodies closely intertwined,
panting in my ear,
God I love that.
Could I ever get enough
of that sex mouth lingering
next to my skin?
Not likely soon,
these are vampyre days
and nights of moans and moons
falling,
and laughter,
and fucking in long stockings,
and truths spilling onto
the carpet mixed with cum and venom.

You think this is just pretend?
Honey, this is just me
licking round the top of the
glass with my tongue,
havent even taken a sip yet.

My sex is deep I think
because I've wept so,
though I've explored the heavens also
and their depths are even greater.
The universe of sexuality
is vast and drives me deeper daily,
I strive to keep up,
even so,
it may consume me,
in the ethers.
I am ready.

Desires of Mary (Erotica)

I gave in to the desires of Mary, flowing in and out of her like water through skin. 

Welcome to the world of illusion and dream work, 

fantasies played out slow, steady, 

and healing our extremities in the colder climates. 

I cum and shout out time over eternity again, 
cold and hard melodies that pulse through my body,
quaking death and resurrection. 
Wanting your mouth on me so bad that I will open up for you and let you take control, 

totally and completely to watch me get wet and dripping.

I write juices,
in and out,
it just runs slowly,

 and the ink mixes all alike with my moans that shake the rafters of this fair assembly. 

 I already orgasm hard even before you suck me off. 

I’d love for you to be so turned on by my intense pleasure that you can’t help but touch yourself. 

I want so much to run my hands all over you that I don’t know how much longer I can wait. 

And you haven’t even fucked me yet.