milk

It may be dark

but I

can find the edges

to your clothes

ease fingers beneath straps

sense the weight

of your breasts

relax

stipple your skin with kisses

lips jesting the softest moments

brushing light touches

over the corner

of your shoulder's bone

down the cascade of your arm

sweep

to the swollen pillow of flesh

the ripe cherry nipple

crowning your breast

slips between sucking lips

teeth, taut, tender

a tongue's tip

tasting

testing

teasing

pull breathfuls of flesh

deep into my mouth

feel your hand climb

the back of my head

fingers through hair

and so

to suckle

drawing warm the silky liquid

from you

to hit

this hungry throat

a slender jet

burning anger away

feeding soft sorrow

until it sleeps

sleeps

sleeps


https://soundcloud.com/abraham-errant/milk

A treasure hunt

a treasure hunt you say

you tempt me to

a treasure hunt

where I am seeking

the treasure of you

is it here in your eyes?

with their coy little lies

is it there in your mouth

on your glamorous lips?

is it under your breasts

with your ripe cherry pips

should I search on your belly

what my animus seeks?

down your groin to the cave

where you bury my hands

the touch of my touch

in the warmest of lands

in the soft verdant vale

in the slippery dew

I have brought my best eyes

to seek treasure in you

and I dig in the deep with

my shovel of flesh

and I know that you're close

as we feel our souls mesh

and I dig and I dive

and I draw it from you

the goldenest treasure

that ever man knew

your most flammable jewel

you beg me to kiss

to fondle and pamper

cajole and caress

and when we have come

to the close of our game

we’ll curl ourselves up

and rekindle our flame

Vampyre

in the depth of your prayer
he comes to you now
to feast on the livid
red liquid you bring

in his scarlet-lined cloak
of most terminal black
he breathes through the mist
to the side of your bed

with deathly cold fingers
he traces your breast
draws the curtain of hair
to reveal your soft flesh

with eye-teeth like needles
he pierces the skin
and drains the warm fluid
from the wounds in your neck

he feels you fall limp
in his arms as you bleed
your life you relinquish

submit to his need

The River and the Tree

Will you allow me to explain
that you are
River
and I am
Tree upon the bank

I admire the shimmering gloss
of your
silky currents
your shining rippling
muscles
flashing under sunlight
or dappled beneath my
overhanging branches

You know me only
by the tiniest drop in temperature
as you slip beneath me

You slide past
always past me
and yet you never leave

And I
dripping with lust for
the sinuous contours
of your thighs
wait
my arms outstretched
to hold you once
should you notice me

But no

You flow silently past
cold water flooding my roots

You bring gifts
upon which I might comment
but these are but
the thoughts
the wishes
the dreams of
drowning men
they are merely
dead leaves
floating on your
brooding surface

And though my feet
feel you swirling
around them
And although
engorged with rain and tears
you rise
to eddy around my loins
from time to time
there is no
slowing from you
barely the slightest
disturbance of
your flow

it'll be five minutes

she sits

on the window sill

in the chipshop

he stands between her knees

she pulls him to face her

fingers in his belt loops

rests her flushed right cheek

against the button of his jeans

her breasts brushing his thighs

moistens her lips in anticipation

of a fine piece of cod

tangy with vinegar

Listen

I long to hold a woman

in my arms again

to feel her skin under my finger tips

the warmth of her breath on my neck

to draw the scent of her hair

into me

pure succour for my soul

I would live on the smell of her body

her musky shades and damp corners

I would thrive on her sweat

I would jive sweet sounds from her throat

with my caresses

and catch them in the bosom of my heart

too long the dark nights

have settled in

with no-one beside me

listen

let my loneliness

sing out

over roof tops

and

across oceans

listen

let my yearning burn

as a beacon on the hilltops

for I am no longer

afraid to tell

the world

of my longing

I fear only

the depth of death

in this sad solitude

were we to meet

Were we to meet

would we seduce each other?

would we

in our search for desperate love

find solace

in each other's pain?

I would let you

lead my hand

over the field of your belly

down through 

the soft warm grass

you would spread

your fingers over mine

and curl me into you

sucking up my fingertips

to the knuckles

in your lips' wet

kiss

and my mind would

follow your lead

and drive my nose down

across your breasts

tonguing your tender nipples

as I pass

glide over your stomach pillow

through the same pungent forest

then delve

into your honeyed cavern

seeking your pleasure

in its dank recesses

until you

your eyes closed

head tipped back

utter sounds

I long to hear

of pain melting into pleasure

of sorrows softening

of darkness opening

to the light

rope

Allow me to introduce you
to my friend
rope.

See
how she curls
and twists in my hands
for now she is calm
but soon you will see
how playful she can be

Watch
how she
snakes
flails her tail
curves her tiptongue
and flickers
a stinging tingle into you

her silken threads
fascinate
and you will fail to resist
her creeping around your wrist
for this
is where she longs to be
for you belong to me

one slim wrist
and then the other
at first a loose noose
looping gently round
your power to escape
too late
for now the noose knot
slips
and your lips
part with the sweet
impeachment
of the pinching pain

Do not strain
against her
as she pulls

and draws you into me.

Tighter she will hold you
and tenser
and you will sense her desire to
censure and control you

for you are to be punished
until you are wet
 with the pleasure of it

A tweetery poem

My twitter friend Amaliya (@4m4liya) and I were tweeting little poems to each other the other day and this was the result:

I harbour lusty thoughts of you

you provoke the seamy side of me

the steamy side -

you heat my blood

and threaten all the peace within

Know, maid,

that you have undone me

and led me to the edge of love

and teased me

with your loving game

I do not seek to tease you, sir 

but rather hope to draw you in

to open up your heart to me

to open up your heart

You tease & touch & tickle quite

then leave my flesh abandoned

oh would that I could bind you here

for all eternity

oh do not wish me tied, my lord

for I would ferocious grow

& break the bonds

that bound me fast and go go go!

Sweet love,

oh never leave my side

I beg you always stay

I never could restrain you thus

not for one single day

then sir

if you would love me now

& hold me in your heart

then take my hand

& kiss my lips

& promise never to part

my heart is yours

my one true love

my heart and all it holds

I will not be untrue to you

as long as tales be told

 

The Baxter Chides the Patissier

You have left

traces of flour

around my breasts

from when you cupped

your cold

pastry-making

hands

around them

lifting one

and then the other

like goatskins of wine

to your tasting tongue

my skin slips 

like dry, sanded paper

in your palms

you roll my flesh

like dough

between your fingers

and your thumbs

you wring from me

a syrup of ecstasy

my buttocks rest

against the

chill, marble slab

as we wait

for the heating

of the oven