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

 

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.

dying for a kiss

this last kiss

for a moment

has us bound

a silver saliva chain

stretching from your lip to mine

your earlier suspicion

has succumbed

to the gentle coaxing

of my would-be whispered words

my lip brushing your velvet ear

your wine breath

my tongue

we digest the moment

figuring its resonance

weighing the power of our feelings

anatomical responses

blood flushing

into pale places

reddening faces

heating fluids

you dissolve a little

as I brush the thread aside

feeling the strand across the back

of my hand

then our fingertips touch

sense the trace of moisture

before once again

we land soft wet lips

on each other's

open mouths

and beneath the softness

the hard edge of teeth and jaw and bone

of hunting

of eating

of chase

of resolution

this grimy kiss

asks and answers

its one question

who are you?

and why are you so separate from me?

that says

in our coming together

we must

come apart

that in our longing

we must live without

that as it is born

because it is born

so it must die

but not yet

not yet 

let me yet feel

once more

the lithe live flesh

moving muscles

over my skin

seeking the pleasure

that it alone provides

to the book lover, a response

you love books

you tell me

the feel of them

the smell of them

the holding of them

in your hands

the stories they tell

yet

although I have 

a spine

for you to run your fingers down

although I would 

whisper my passion into your ticklish ears

and although I have

pictures to paint in your mind's eye

and although I would

hold you between covers

caress the creamy 

vellum of your skin

between clean white sheets

although I would draw you in

on long winter nights

make love to you by firelight

or by summer moonlight

I would ignite you

bite you

tease you

touch you

stroke you

make you laugh

make you cry

make you yearn 

for my longing arms

for the warmth of my strong thigh

the soft beat 

from the taut drum

of my chest

although I would

be the author of our lives together

and you my heroine

wrapped in a golden shawl

windswept and wild

with a diamond light in her eye

brought to singing life 

with my tender pen

despite all this

you have eyes

only for another fiction