surf

I have a plan

to stretch myself beside you

to stroke the golden beach

of your belly

feel the sand

begin to move

beneath my hand

as the tide

comes rippling in

I will

find warm pools of pleasure

run my fingers

among the soft mermaids hair seaweed

curl my fingers

and dive them

into these wet openings

you

floating asleep

under my searching

opening to me

rising to meet me

to pull me in deeper

the salt sea sucking me

in its undertow

Waves

crash over our bodies

as I climb into you

and you engulf me

the thundering power of the water

forcing our rocking rhythms

to collide

Our mouths

feeding

limpet-like on each other

seeking

the salt-sweet succour

of the sea

as my saucy liquors

burst into you

flooding you

burning

and fiery

snake

                                                                                 I

                                                                        would

                                                                    rather

                                                               be

                                                            snake

                                                          coil

                                                          ing

                                                           stealth

                                                             ily ar

                                                                ound

                                                                  the col

                                                                    umn of

                                                                    your

                                                                   leg clim

                                                                  bing

                                                                slyly

                                                              higher

                                                          clasping

                                                    your

                                                calf

                                            nudging

                                         your

                                     knee

                                  navig

                                 ating

                                  clock

                                    wise

                                       your

                                           lower

                                             thigh

                                                searc

                                                  hing

                                                  higher

                                                 the plains

                                               below your

                                              buttocks

                                               until my

                                                 forked

                                                   tongue

                                                        flicks

                                                          out

                                                           and

                                                         tas tes 

                                                         yo     ur     

                                                          tang   on     

                                                          the      air

Fig

The fig you offer

is not yet quite ripe - 

another day or two

of autumn sun

should set it right

and then

when subtle sugar

has softened the silken skin

I will
with two full thumbs

plunge down into its depths

pull the fleshy fruit apart

reveal the slippery purple mouth

within

I'll place my lips upon the luscious life

and with my delving tongue

tease trembling earthy juices

from the dark sweet meat

feel them bathe my throat

and slip softly silently

into the soul of me

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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


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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