reaching over to / scratch between her shoulder blades / to contented sighs

Just before she comes / it is that last, catching breath / I most love to hear

I have never seen / a sun-basking hummingbird / they are too keyed up.

Sun-warmed snow cornice / falling from my house's eaves / on me, shoveling.

Heavy air / before breaking storm / I breathe deep

Though the sun's dregs drag / bitterness is held at bay; / It's been a good day

Last inch of coffee / grainy caffinated dregs / kick morning in gear

Three beauties and more / words and bodies tempt, entice / I choose all of you.

Curse as I take you / "Bastard! Evil! Monster! Cur!" / But I see your smile

Off to sleep I go / where you will all dance for me / totally naked.

Last night I found it / that old photograph of us / and you lived again.

Look up in the sky. / What matches its vast, deep black? / Look into my heart.

Off I go to sail / the vast slumbering ocean / wake me at dawn.

Torrential downpour / a storm days in the making / you break over me.

Hands fitting perfect / in the crooks of bending knees / opening for me.

Let me drink the rain / from cascading rivulets / streaming down your skin

I tell my secrets / to you as you lie sleeping / you keep them so safe

Legs wrapped tight 'round me / so as not to slip away / in torrential rain

Sometimes, it seems / the only certain place / is in-between

Filling you to find / your cunt slick with my last come / I know you are mine.

There are bright, clear skies / blue that can make you forget / clouds even exist

sherbert and custard / not quite ice cream as going / down is not quite sex

You start cold but sweet / I'm melting you with my tongue / savoring your taste.

Coils of soft-serve / piled high on my cone / plunge my tongue in.

Your too-slow licks let / drips melt down fingers and chin / I will clean you up

Too much? Never! / Like a pint in one sitting / I'll eat you whole

Even though I know / I don't _have_ to tie you up / I sometimes still do.

How long have I lived / in still alkalinity / waiting to be found?

Just in from the freeze / bury my nose someplace warm / and you scream. At first.

How many licks / will it take this morning / to open your eyes?

My tongue and my cock / argue who gets you first, but / second place still wins.

Like in all of us / the thorns of a desert plant / are born soft to touch.

Faith is needed by / those who look at the stars and / see no reflection.

As the ball sank down / on Times Square's Rockin Year's Eve / so did she on me.

Leaned back and languid / bared belly, breasts beckoning / she bade "Come on me."

We're pincushion souls / every needle threaded / one to the other

Feline alofness / is all just a ruse so they / can watch you naked.

I am off to dream / of making you coo then scream / then tasting your cream.

Her knowing smile was / the last thing I remembered / before sense left me.

I asked Coyote / what his best trick ever was / he just stared at me.

One escaped drop falls / from lips to breasts to belly / seeking its true place

Drops of desire / crystalized, jagged / carve a sweet ache.

A snarl in you ear / as my desire liquefies / detonates in you.

"Show me all of you" / and I could not deny her / prayed she liked demons.

She set sail to find / the center of herself. / She never returned.

Mesmerized by / hypnotic patterns of / descending tears.

my initials / inscribed in saliva / around your neck

Fucking in showers / requires balance, or support / lest you break your necks

"Think I'm oversexed?" / She just rolled her eyes. "You be / on top this time, then."

I know why birds sit / on telephone lines; / they are eavesdropping.

Pulled into her wake / by vortices from her hips / as she passed me by

You are the dream / from which I never want / to wake.

I feel my red palm / is just as important as / your crimson asscheeks.

My ear is not / anymore wet where you licked / I feel it yet.

Sitting astride / shining with sweat, panting / with a smug grin.

I'm no sorcerer / but when I wave my hand _so_ / you open for me.

When you're not here / I still yet feel / your phantom lips.

Unfragile, a cunt; / it's something you can really, / truly, deeply _fuck_.

If you own a _cunt_ / you're not made of porcelain / I can respect that.

My fist in your hair / pulls you to the perfect arch / for one filling stroke

I'll swallow your sounds / devour your cries even as / I summon each one.

Mere consumption can / sate neither hunger of soul / nor hunger of skin.

Tender kiss, rough fuck / sentimentality mixed / with raw feral lust.

Come here, young lady / and have a seat on my lap / never mind that bump.

It's a special treat / to lie back and feel you go / insane fucking me.

Feeling as you move / between my hand and body / all the little things.

How soft, round, and warm / your ass against my palm / after the first spank

Then there are times when / even though you would give / I still need to take.

That pretty young thing / has a soul three times your age. / Beware, the reckless.

He was an / intricate / web of flaws

She was a / mosaic / with no tiles

Sex in zero G / is a very loud affair / what with the velcro.

Long ago, she said / she does her hair and makeup / just for me to wreck.

When mind and body / are divided, that is when / I want you the most.

I kneel before you / but it's hunger, not worship / that I'm offering.

Say Hi to your mom / from me, but don't tell her where / my fingers are now.

Walk in metaphor / a corridor of mirrors / that are also doors.

It never ceases / to amaze me how your words / grab my throat, heart, cock.

Her exegesis / penetrated the heart of / his most sacred text.

Your hiked nighty is / something I have never been / able to resist.

I have cleared a space / on my cluttered desk / to bend you over.

Diaphanous dreams / refuse to return so / I sigh and get up.

Words, sharper than knives / to peel your inhibitions / and your clothes away.

Beware _my_ planet / Morbius' little beastie / has nothing on me.

I am flighty and / distractible until I / have you in focus.

Most of the knowledge / I wish I'd had when younger / I would have ignored.

My love forgives me / the few strands I break / when I grab her hair.

He licked her, pretty / much everywhere, then bit / the tastiest part.

O nipple, thou art / so attentive to the touch / of my questing tongue

Old Scratch cames looking / for the souls of atheists / at bargain prices.

Old Scratch comes looking / for the souls of atheists / at bargain prices.

hand slides down tummy / curves between her parted legs / hooked finger catches.