by the oak

warm spring sun

a walk

     you and I

by the lake, hun,

trees breathing easy

     the first flush of green

and here

     by the oak

I think of it

     you think of it too

so I guide you

     push you

back against the trunk

hold your arms

     behind you

your resistance noted

      but weak

not here

      yes here

but someone might

      shut up and kiss me

our mouths

     collide

your coat

     falls open

my hands inside

the bottom of your sweater

     pull

a t-shirt second layer

     pull

and here

the flesh

     your flesh

     a lover's flesh

my lover's flesh

flushing warm

under my cold touch

my hands rise

     beneath your clothes

find the edge of wired lace

follow your ribs

     around to your back

follow the strap

unclip the clasp

     feel that

the release

as your breasts relax

     slacken

my scooping hands

stroking fingers

find the nipples

pert, plumping

as blood surges

thumb and fingers

fondle

pull the teat

stretch the skin

but your hands

      busy at my belt

unbuckling

unbuttoning

tugging at jeans

jockeys

pushing clothing down

      nails on my thighs

to unwrap me

      straining for freedom

as I grow

      in your reaching hand

your jeans now

you wriggle

you jerk

down they come

     tight over your ass

but slipping

sliding

to the mossy ground

one foot steps down

the other pulls up

out of the encumbering garment

then your legs

     climb round me

one wears the flag of your jeans

     hanging

as I push up into you

     hard

into your wet softness

     your soft wetness

driving up to my root

till my root

hits your bone

feeling the sponge of you

closing around me

closing me home

sucking the heat of me

fucking the meat of me

in the mouth of your sex

devouring me

as I dive up into you

into the heart of you

driving hard

into the heart of you

hard

into the heart of you

harder

into the heart of you

all the time

hitting hard

into the heart of you

hard

harder

into the heart of you

banging against the tree

animals

handsy animals

banging hard

hard

harder

into the heart of you

you grunting

each time I push into you

grunting hard

hard

harder

gripping my hair

you holding onto me

nails digging into me

hard

harder

hard

harder

thumping up into you

hot and wet

thrusting

busting

cursing

fuck

fuck

fucking you

here

by the lake

fucking against a tree

on a fucking Sunday

morning

fuck bursting come

coming up into you

inside of you

coming in you

coming

coming

in the heart of you

coming

coming

come

come

coming done

come

down

come

done

oh

oh

fuck

chalice

I have come

your legs hooked over my arms
my body thrust deep within you
and now you pulse around me
my strength fades
and I am evicted
from your warm cocoon

I watch as silver liquid pearls
come oozing from you
I seize the glass
in which we shared our wine
discard the contents
spilling on your belly
hold this chalice to your glistening lips
and catch the precious salve

Then lifting these live curds
this cocktail of our passion
I raise it to my mouth
and sip the liquor in
to roll upon my tongue

But you
greedy for a share
come climbing up
racing your fingers to my mouth
and mouth to mouth
you lock your kiss on mine
and from me suck
the treasured milky sup

And back and forth
between our feeding mouths
we pass the sensual soup
until you break away
and with my hand upon your throat
I feel the slipping sip
as you swallow it down

solace in the shed

You smell of the woods

of moss and wild mushrooms

there's fresh air in your hair

and mud on your boots

as you knock

and come in to me

here in the shed

while she makes your coffee

in the kitchen

And you give me yourself

because you know

that I bleed

we clamber swiftly out of encumbering clothes

release none but essential body parts

and you in the sunshine from the window

suck my sadness from me

give me the succour of your solace

hot rough sex

with you, perched on the edge

of the work bench

creosote, paint and fertiliser scenting the air

and I completely love you for it

for the gracious kernel of passion

you provoke in me

my urgent orgasm

too swift

to grant you much pleasure

except a delight in your giving of it

I move swiftly to wipe

pathetic tears from eyes

lonely years from memory

We are here

amid the warm stench of wood

and for a blissful eternal moment

there is no world out there

and you are mine

And I am whole

this wild gavotte

Tonight I seek a tender touch

your fingers' trace, your hands' caress

the day has trodden hard on us

the night can soothe, the moon can bless

a slow gavotte our bodies dance

the music in your rising breast

we choose to linger longer here

to savour this slow tenderness

You whisper sensual epithets

and with your lips you brush my ear

a pulse of passion drives within

a sweet intolerable ricochet

just breath, just words that grasp my core

that wrench my animal awake

and soft caresses now become

the clawings of a hungry beast

Your body writhes within my arms

my passion seeks to pin you firm

to bind you tight, to fight the flight

to feel your fingernails' bite

your legs are lithe beneath my weight

your belly heaving under mine

the moment comes as bodies yearn

around our pivot we unite

I push . You gasp. The growl begins.

The rolling waves, the howling storm

that calls me from your deepest soul

that dares the darkest thrusting sin

my hunger drives me deep within

again I strive to push inside

I ride again

again

again

our foreheads meet - locked animal eyes

And we are lost in passion's bowl

our bodies curling into flesh

the growing glow begins to flame

and crackle and burn and sweat and swell

and thrumming on each other's bones

we reach the pinnacle of bliss

I feel your driving muscular grip

as from my heart my essence slips

We roll together arms still cling

you hold my passion deep within

drawing the sadness of the day

and wipe my brow and smile and say

I love you. And the softness which

began our passion now returns

as you fall asleep within my arms

Me reading This Wild Gavotte

Hell can wait

If this is the end of days

I want

the tang of you

on my fingers

I need

the flood of your blood

the earthquake

that shudders your belly

as my fingers

wrangle

I can ride

this violent rodeo

as long as u need

as long as it takes

to touch your dirty soul

Hell can wait a little longer

cocorico

at your sudden appearance

there is a part of me

that tenses

in a good way

it tenses in a good way

a thickening

a quickening

a nudging

a demand for attention

a tension

a commanding

& once again

I see your soft lips

& your eyes

& they are looking at me

through me into me

& blood flows

thicker and faster

heat rises

just at your appearance

it's a chemical thing

perhaps

or physical

a reaction to your face

the scent of you imagined

in my nostrils

the way your skin

would drag slightly

under my finger tips

I can see it happening

in my head

I can feel it

I can feel the strap of your bra

as I reach around

under your blouse

unclip it

allow my thumbs

to slip back

under the loosened fabric

to find your nipples

still unseen

but warm and lively

I lift your bra

and can see them now

dimpling

as my thumbs

push them around

each flattens

under the supple pressure

then as thumbs circle

the skin puckers

there is only one thing to do next

and my mouth starts

its kiss journey

from your mouth

south

across your collar bone

across the meadow

of your chest

until my lips wrap

around the pink flesh button

& I suck

& suck the warm soft flesh

into me & I can feel it

drawing you together inside

physical feelings focussing

as my suckling

brings your subtle energies

into alignment

pulls them like a thick cord

knotted internally

to your clitoris

and each suck pulls

on that sex stem

I glance up

and your eyes

are looking into me

your mouth

your soft mouth

puckered against itself

as the rhythm of the suckling

draws your hot blood

pumping into your labia

& your silky liquors

seep

& it is this trickle

that sends your hand

from my head

to your secret mouth below

I sense the slow movement

of your hand

circling over and around

the wetness of your lips

feel your fingers

smoothing the ripples

of this the softest skin

& still I suck

as you bring

those slick fingers

up to my mouth

to taste this different milk

this sex milk

& this fragrant finger

slips

between your breast

& my lips

a strange inveigling worm

& below the rod

that has swollen

between my legs

prepares

tightens

untouched

yet so gripped

that the throb

opens his core

the knot begins to untie

pumping fluid jumps

along him

in a joyous shout

coffee spoon

there will be not much

love

in this act

at work

in the lunch hour

we know that

love is not what it is about

we will simply

take ourselves away

surreptitiously

to fuck each other

there will be no sensuous kissing

or soft words

there will be just be

the fucking

in the women's toilet

because I am more reckless than you

and I am driven

and you are willing

to explode the need

that has arisen

in me

since this morning

when we fucked in your bed

and even though my face

finds the dark warmth of your neck

my nose drawing in the scent of your perfume

and your arousal

and though my teeth close

on the hard sinew

that climbs up to your jaw

and even though my hands

pull at the clothes surrounding your breasts

and it is only

the slight ripping of seams

that tempers my actions

even though the marble floor

is cold or wet

you tell me

as you slip off your shoes

and pull your tights and knickers

down

far enough

despite these

we will not indulge in our customary

kisses and caresses

for we are heated by desire

and pressed for time

and so

I simply undo my belt

open my pants

and run my fingers along him

to straighten the skin

around the tip

and draw the blood into him

full flush

while you spit on your hand

and wipe the saliva

into yourself

then reach forward

and guide me

him

as I push up into you

and we fuck

you raise your legs

one foot on the toilet bowl

while the other floats in mid air

seeking to hook the back of my thigh

as I push you against the stall wall

banging into you

your head hitting

each time I thrust

fuck

fuck

fuck

and

the commotion

of people entering the bathroom

simply serves to heighten the tension between us

it feeds the fuck

the fucking

my hand on your fucking throat

my fucking mouth on yours

to stifle your fuck moans

our tongues fuck

they are talking weekends

fuck

family stuff

fuck

illness

while

I fuck you

hard

carefully

careful

noiseless fucking

and you receive the fuck

in your fucked cunt

you bite your fucking lip

dig your fucking nails into my fucking scalp

you bite my fucking ear

hard

too fucking hard

but your breath

in my ear

too much

too too much

and

bastard

the bastard cum explodes from me

too fucking quickly

but that is

just the biology of the moment

the coffee spoon of liquid

slipping down your inner thigh

as I pull out

the irrelevance of the sperm

you are now wiping with paper

this is not

what it has been about

and the sudden sense of foolishness

rears upon us

as we whisperingly decide

how to negotiate the

jumble of women

around the sinks

You, the shower - my inquisitive mind

Tell me about the shower...

The water -
do you like it hot and steaming?
Do you lift the shower head
from its cradle
and let the water play upon
your legs
your belly
your breasts?
Do you turn up the flow
turn the head
to its most focused setting?
Does the water pulse?

Do you angle it -
the water jetting into you?
Yes
It's powerful drumming
drilling
into your softest parts
starting the blood
to fill the folds of skin
driving up the rhythm
growing in your belly
Yes
Feed your fingers
into the flow
Follow each crevice
Let the penetrating water in

I stand
& watch
as your hands move
circling
in the diamond
drawing the dark tempest
to its gripping climax
the water my hand
darting & dancing
digging into you
hard & deep
as the water comes
Yes
flowing over you
& within you
Yes
flooding out the tension
shuddering
Yes
its release

spoon

We have eaten
& drunk each other
sated appetites
quenched thirsts
& now we spoon

the odour of our loving
lingers in my nostrils
the taste of you
tips my tongue

You stir

my thumb
finds your nipple
your silky ass
brushes my lap
flushing him to life again
he rises
hungry for more

slowly

You lean forward
place your hands
by my ears
slowly
lower your breast
to my mouth
the nipple brushing my lips
my tongue circles the areola
tastes the salt sweetness
of your skin
slowly
my lips close around it
& start to suck
& release
suck
& release
suck deeper
& release
pulling you
into my throat

Saliva floods my mouth
& your skin
your soft salt skin
slips between my lips
shines in the glowing light

The energy rises in our loins
as you rock upon me
driving me deeper within
settling your wetness
against my hot thighs
your lips swallowing me

Slowly
the crescendo rises
I feel your muscles
tensing around me
heat growing
rhythm increasing
faster
faster
harder
harder
my teeth clamp your nipple
until we're here
at the pinnacle of passion
coming together
our bodies one body joined
each feeding the other
our passion's liquor

I would love

I would love
to trace my finger from
your neck to your shoulder
down the side of your arm
sidle across a little
to penetrate the crevice
between arm & chest
feel where your ribs lie
beneath your skin
before
gently cupping your breast
finding your nipple
to roll
between finger & thumb

I raise my eyes to yours
hunger loops between us
you raise your hands
to the back of my neck
as our mouths enfold
lips sliding
slick tongues tasting

But our kiss ends
as I feel
your slight pressure
on my head
guiding me down
to bring my mouth
to serve you

My lips nibble kisses
finding the soft bullet
of your nipple
holding it
between them
while tongue tip
touches and caresses
tighter
the bite more ferocious
taking more and more
of your soft breast
into my throat
your nipple
between my back teeth
feel the gentle grinding
your fingers clench
in my hair

More pressure
from your hands
you push me down again
across the undulating plain
of your belly
I am your creature
I eat you to ecstasy

My teeth work to find
the tastiest parts of you
to hold them
as tongue teases
between folds
of wet velvet skin
awash with your passion

You spread your thighs wide
my hands slide
along their softness
into the heart of you
my thumbs fondling
as my tongue
delves deep into you

You taste
of blood & sweet sweat
of passion & hunger
& every tongue thrust
brings a dark moan
from your mouth
- my lips & tongue
your slaves

I know you're close
as your thighs
close on my ears
your hands
pulling me deeper
into the suffocating warmth
you push yourself
into my mouth
writhe against my teeth
and here my tongue
feels the contractions
of your orgasm
gripping
holding
releasing
as you buck & buckle
beneath me

encore

You tell me
of your ecstasy
& all I desire is
to kiss your lips so hard
touch you so skilfully
that it flows again
I would fill you
with a passion
that would take you
beyond smiling
to the very centre
of your animal core

But all I can do
is undress you
in my mind
& explore
imagine
your passionate
encore

stick of wood

I am but a man
a stick of thick wood
thumping on the tub of the earth
trying to understand
the rhythm of my breath
as it echoes in my head
I am but
a shaper of soil
a builder of dams
I trip
instead of dancing
I shout
instead of singing
I howl
instead of shouting
& eat dead leaves

shower

It looks like water
steaming
teeming
down my chest and belly
tangling & combing
but when I close my eyes
it is you
your hands
caressing
your lips
holding pinches of my skin
your tongue
sliding down
& along my rising heat
your mouth
engulfing me
sucking the strength
from my knees

My hands
on your head
gently guiding
you feel me swelling
between your lips
your tongue
moulds around me
pushes me
closer & closer
tightening
harder & harder
your throat opening
to receive me
your pulling & sucking
draws me deeper into you
heightening my tension
closer
closer

Your hands
swoop around me
below me
pulling on me
tightening
growing
heaving
seething
in your mouth
here the edge
the point of no return
and my hot liquor
bursts into you
scalding your throat
filling your mouth
oozing
from your lips
& dropping
sizzling
onto your shining breasts

kiss

We are united
in our love-making
me deep inside you
for a silent moment
we rock to stillness
hold each other
motionless
feeling the total enclosure
of my flesh in yours
flesh sealed within flesh
your heat
your wetness
around the hard column
of my love
and in this moment
we kiss