lady of the plains

Come, be the architect of my desire

persuade your luscious land to succour me.

Mould rock and blood and bone and flesh and earth

and fashion passion from the worthy clay.

Come, be my guide across your sculpted form

guide my hands across your open fields.

My fingers shall palpate your subtle hills

and journey deep within your dark ravines.

Come, eat the soul of me and sup my wine

the power of consuming flesh and blood

I offer no religious sacrifice

to match this dark and satisfying urge

I harden in your gentle rolling hands

I soften in the aftermath of joy

I fold you in my arms, these loving bands,

I bind you in the slowly darkening day.

inspired by the work of Craig Tracy

Old Love Renewed

I once sucked upon your cherry nipples

And kissed the silky skin between your thighs

I once felt you quiver at my fingers' touch

Treasured the subtle whisper of your sighs

I once cajoled the smallest flame within you

I once drew passion to your glistening lips

I used my testing tongue to sing you

Spiralling out upon waves salty tips

Can we find once again the heat of passion?

Can we once more swim out in fiery seas?

For I would love again in some strange fashion

Though I am old with aching arms and knees.