bones

You dig at my door
wearing nail marks in my frame
and hand prints in my handles
Your begging voice through walls
whines and moans
grating my ears with why won’ts

You know why
You were there when I jaded
You plead with eyes
that are sunken
dark and unseeing
unseen in the dark
The porch is cold
even the puppy door is closed

Behind the walls
bones on mine
skin stretched against them
sliding on sweat lubricant

Remember nights where I
hung ’round your step
scratching at the door
rubbing against the poles
My mark was left
But not the nails that dig your back
Now she’s jumping in your arms
she may break your neck
but she’s something I am not

Delicate.

But not the nails that dig your back
or teeth that tear your throat
She’s not the one who is on top
She’s not the one who drags you home

She yowls to the moon
between the leaves above the lawn
Pacing circles in our crab grass
Making face-prints on the windows
Impossible blonde-blue eyes
She pleads in Hellish tones

But inside
bones on mine
skin stretched against them
sliding on sweat lubricant

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Energy Between Us

energy between us
swells and crashes
live-wire strung lips
poised, soft-wet
tongues entangle
fingertips to faces
palms cradle dizzy heads
butterfly eyelids flutter-close

eager hands explore
quest soft places
map trails of our passion
snaking up under clothes
straps slip from shoulders
pants from hips
bare bodies fall into bed

trunks flush
limbs intertwine
you grow, I blossom
sweet welcome
whispered names
petals parting
entering with a gasp

drum-beat rhythmic
catch-release dance
hips arc to meet
hold deep
hot breath quickens
opera of moans
symphony of climax
trembling into other worlds

energy between us
magnetic fingertips
tracing magic contours
sweat-wet skin
salty under parted lips
whispering promises
starry eyes hold each other
sigh to still
and I welcome the weight of you

Gods of Saturday Night

I wake
too early for a Sunday
mind still buzzing
memory of a kiss between my thighs
still aching, pulsing
I can almost feel your body
still pressed against mine
almost feel your hands
and your fingers…

I love your fingers
Just one fingertip
I lose my words
lose my mind
tongue-tied
heavy eyes
ragged breath
wet and wriggling
beneath your touch
and your mouth…

I love your mouth
manipulating my body
manipulating my mind
your tongue lights fires
but you don’t leave scars
you leave memories
smoldering in me
body begging for more
just one more taste
just one more time.

Your lips kissed shivers
sprawling to my toes
I close my eyes and try
to recapture the night

You say there are rubies in my fingertips
and perfection in my pussy
and with your words and lips
you rewrite the map of my erogeny

You say one day at a time
I fear to look into the future
I didn’t see this coming
I don’t know where it’s going

Moving blissfully moment to moment
if a moment is all we can count on
let’s not keep count
just enjoy

I wake
too early for a Sunday morning
memories
buzzing in my mind
wearing your shirt
the scent of your body
clinging like a ghost
I bury my face into it
praying to the Gods
of Saturday nights.

Instructions for Operating Heavy Machinery

step into my skin

where you can feel

velvet red lips trace contours

throat, collarbone, shoulder, breast

feel whispers of kisses on nipples

the tightening of my back

as it arcs to accept your blessings

 

step into my skin

so you can feel the tickle

the sting

half-wet tresses

whipped against bare belly

earthquake of gasps and giggles

my body writhing beneath you

 

lie inside of me

cradle the weight

of granite sculpted muscles

taut against supple curves

the weight of your smooth thigh

deep between my soft, parted legs

 

reach into my hands

grappling

perfection slipping beneath them

stretch down to my fingernails

etching passion into your back

 

if only you could be my breath

hard, quick, torn from my lungs

hips that ride

the tiny movements of your tongue

toes as they curl

muscles taut-to-snapping

heart thrashing mad

head thrown back

 

live in me

know the desperation of my climax

know why I am rendered into fits

gasping, unable to speak

utterly near to death

every time

you push me

to the peak

flush

ripe

tumbling over the edge

 

 

live in me

be my mouth

taste your nectar

when it’s my turn

to bring you home

Big Fish

say she moves with an unconscious swagger;

sexy only cuz she doesn’t know

her hips flow

like they need me between them

 

saay,

look at her walk in

she crosses the floor like

she’s drifting down a spring fed river

her hips lap the shore

as she spills her way into my lap

 

walks in with a sashay

unconscious sexy

d

r

i

bb

l

e

s

down her thighs

no heels to burden

her bare feet

her toes fall

one-at-a-time-on

the rug

 

she says “hey,

walk my way”

and there’s something b u b b l i n g in her eyes

pours hands like honey

down my spine

 

say there’s something sexy

in the way she moves

her fingers

without knowing

where   each

tip

will

land

mapping new trails

marking every spot that

quivers

inside

 

there’s gold there

 

she’s patient enough

to wait

for low

tide