Saturday, November 7, 2015

The High Tequila of Angel Falls

Underneath an ink black sky on a mythical island
long-tongue Bats pollinate fruitlets of Saguaro and
just above the cacti-jumping charcoal Wolves’ is the
tree bed for you and I to cross pollinate each other, too.

Across the world
the desert air coats our throats.

An Oriole flinches in a lemon tree;
a Finch pecks a narrow lemon branch and
plump Sparrows with eyes like periscopes flutter
in puddles of evolution. None as charming as the scanty
Bat stirring a cauldron of tequila, his role silent
and unacknowledged, while we ancestrally hug with
mutual reliance like thorny stocks of wild agave.

Across the world
we believe in mythical islands best when drinking tequila.
You and I stick to slurping honeywater.
Everyone loves nocturnal secrets. 

(They did, they fell in love.)

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Roma & Julius

Location: Howth Ireland. Outdoor oral. Penetration.
The meadow of one thousand lilac trees was just downwind from Roma’s home, miles from the Lighthouse.  Julius’s mouth watered and sang of want and desire for his delicate lady as she came into sight wearing a strappy sundress that flapped above her knees.  He could see her rose pink nipples through the butter yellow chiffon. He held the fringe of her sundress and let his fingers and thumbs roll the top down a turn, two turns and three, three or all, until it fell to the flowery ground. Roma’s tits instantly stood erect in the sun and wind, the wind was waiting for her nipples. She closed her eyes allowing her lips to tremble with anticipation in play. Julius told her she was delicious, but extra delicious today with all her vulnerable nakedness ignited in the meadow.  He knelt in front of her and with one finger gingerly caressed her fiery red pubic tresses that also shone so golden with the sun.

The smell of lilacs and pussy filled Julius’s nostrils.  “Let me in.” he said to Roma’s damp thighs.   He liked when she let him in, outside, how her charming pussy looked fantastic in the outside summer with all the accompanying summer sounds as he stood up from kneeling in front of her womb.  Her pussy wisps were sopping.

Pulling her hair to chew the back of her neck (and chewed neck vigorously), Julius bit into the tendrils with his canine pointers to taste her salty skin.  His simmering breath flowed down her back while his hands raced round to cup her willing tits.  He pinched the nipples and they immediately reacted and lurched forward and in their natural ware pointed slightly out, each taking a very inconsequential own direction.   Julius teased that her tits had each a nose of their own, and that nose each immediately started sniffing its own direction. “The shape and reaction, Roma, just add to the sensuality that you exude.”

He bit into her shoulder and moved his hands to her hips, from behind, the two of them stood in lust in the meadow of a thousand lilac trees.  Roma surrendered quickly when he worshipped her neck and from her hips his hands moved circling her belly. She could feel Julius’s strong erection and excitement for her pushing up against her ass and he gently kicked her legs apart from behind, one hand on hip, one racing under arm from behind, her nipple still very hard on his palm.  His other hand reached under arm for her left breast and he massaged both high and hard. Roma’s mouth watered as she relaxed back into him.

Around and around he twisted her nipples from behind and kept softly kissing her neck, chewing from one side back around to the other side and down to her strong shoulders. Julius pushed her head down and forward, exposing her nape from her curly hair.

Folding her over at hips and pushing hard against her ass and kicking her feet wider again, he massaged her rear cheeks and a finger brushed her pink and wet asshole.  Roma moaned louder and her body language drove Julius a little crazier.   His thick cock was dark blue jutting and attentive to only Roma.

Having her bend over, his fingers slid along her thighs and he shoved his index finger into her hot spot from behind and again, this time it was the back of his hand that brushed her ass crack.  Julius growled, “Hot and wet, Roma, drop to your knees, ass up.”  She happily obliged in frustration to feel him deep in her, she went onto her knees and elbows on the afternoon ground and felt his wet fingers rake her spine.  He thrust his fingers deeper and turned them one way then the other, slowly out and back in deeper, making a sucking sound.

Julius spread her cheeks with his fingers rounding and rimming her ass. His thumb reached through to rub her clit and he admired her from behind.  Her ass was fantastically round and waist stunning and leaning to the side he watched her tiny tits swinging the best tiny tits could swing. From the leaned over side, he could also see beautiful Roma smirking a Cheshire grin.  They couldn’t be happier.

He pulled her back and quickly turned her around.  Roma straightaway swung her arms tight around his neck and her legs tight around his torso and they stared into each other’s eyes. At that moment, he decided it was time for a smack; he stroked her crack and spanked her ass hard.  She covered his glistening mouth with hers and kissed him intrusively, the spank was overwhelmingly delicious for her and she could barely keep her eyes open from the euphoria.

He smacked hard again and quickly slipped his fingers to her drenched peach as Roma hung her head back like a witch in flight.  She was gorgeous, hypnotic and horny for Julius, he bit her nipples that were proudly in his face.

Roma started to grind against his strong navel, he hadn’t penetrated her with his cock yet but he interrupted the rhythm of her hard tight nipples beating against his chest and flipped her over.  Julius grabbed her calves and planted her feet on the ground and admired his hand print on her ass. He spread her knees wider again and began to snack on her, fully from behind with both his tongue and wet fingers. Roma clawed the earth, giggling. Often when Julius was in the throes of sex and lovemaking he would swear in dirty talk and today was no different, “Bend over even more you fucking gorgeous doll, let me open your pussy lips up from back here and you better start twisting your nipples.” He rubbed her rear thighs and shoved his face into her and Roma became louder with pleasure.  He slurped on her and they both knew that this made her cum every time. She started to convulse with passion and began to pant. She wanted his hard cock in her mouth, or his tongue, something to suck on.

“Show me how you cum from behind lovely girl, let me watch you arch.  Cumming outside is grand. Let me open your lips and watch the wind react to your scent.” Roma still bent over in front of Julius with his tongue deep in her, orgasmed until her legs shook. He lapped at her cunny while the wind stroked them both. At night the lighthouse would discover their act with its linger lit eye circling and circling. Or the fog bell would toll but right now it was daylight.

He rolled her drowsy body over and wrapped her arms under her torso, she was tight and with her skin flushed, Julius made love to her softly. Their hips melded and she cupped his shoulders, smelling his shaven neck, and then nuzzling his ear. He began a guttural moan and his thrusting picked up speed, Roma wanted to spread as wide as she could to take him all in. Julius began sucking on her mouth, pumping upwards that she would feel him even after they finished. He whispered to her eyes, she felt it in her soul, and then he hollered as he orgasmed, too. He pulled out and rolled off and Roma laughed at the smell surrounding their outdoor frolic, “Reeks like pussy and lilacs!” to which Julius replied, “Well, it is that time of year.”  She grabbed a branch of lilacs, covered her vagina and walked the short few steps to her home, giggling and in love.


Friday, November 28, 2014


The Festival of Adonis
The Summer Triangles plummet from a blackberry sky.
The lazier stars simply chameleon against the midnight,
foretelling of the cold coming. We wrap ourselves in mint
leaves and melted chocolate licking each other and smiling.
Our Autumn mudslide rolls into Winter and your Adonis shoulders
triangulate my Aphrodite navel and we are an open cluster of night
diamonds. The blueberry veins of your Magellanic neck churn
territorially and I wrap my legs to the small of your back.
A waterfall of stars pours from you into me and we bite
and worship each other like black bears in Spring attending
The Festival of Adonis.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

The Growing Kiss

Suddenly, the ice blossoms of your frosty wolf beard crack
and needle towards the dead wood of your neck. I love your
bark with pores that host my nectar.

Mists of frozen brides named Jill, with blue lips,
want the groom.

Winter water is rarely kind, like the Winter witches.
They allow Spring to cling on their necks, insulating
their avalanche breasts. Their lips are blue, too.

A necklace of wolves traps your ice sheet of ferns.
We name the leader, Jack Frost.

We follow a morning bed path with temple overhang trees.
Our deep and nesting steps palpably hunt the birds of Sagittarius
as we each decline a quiver of arrows. Behind us, a flat basin of
sticks swallow our snowy prints. We want to blossom on Neptune
where there are no hooked bill predators, no especially long stooping
drinkers. No thighs of black feathers. We want our nuptials on Neptune.

The tumbleweeding of your ice crystals never plateau. 
And, you are fascinating as

In the southern forelegs of galactic grass you invite me

to nurture myself under the shoulder of an archer drawing his bow.
You are my archer and I can bite into that flesh of you like a ripe red apple.
A concave nebula, the arch of your arm, curls around me like a lagoon of
warm stars. We are two star systems rimming with no circular crater motions.
We flood into each other like moon rays trespassing over flash frozen lava.
We find wanted minerals in each other and with no lilac-breasted shields,
cone our forelegs into each other.

A lava rope milks us tighter to each other and my womb finds your long
limbwalk and we make love at a climbing camp. Stripping naked amongst
wild fig trees, sometimes our animalness cloaks our ruthlessness. Never
misbehaving in our snowy grass, the birds of Sagittarius cronk like Ishtar’s
ghost daughters playing euphoniums. Jack Frost preys on their thrusting hips.

Suddenly, we fall in love.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Taming of Authority

My stunning maharishi requested me to sleep in her vampire casket all days
of September and October alongside her brilliant novel writing mind.  She writes
of vampire lineage and it is my turn with her and I know she’s just closed her eyes
by the cadence of her breath.

Last night she shoo’d me to fly out, upon waking.
She whispered, “Go soothe the branded chest that you’ve seared your name onto.”

I find you, again and
I perch right on your cock with your wrists in cuffs and your neck in collar and
trace the Tracy.  It only makes my desire stronger to know we’ve shared
this fondness from the times of bizarre
Pharaohs when males were

“Write about it,” she coos.  “I know you are the dawn to decadence,” and
she flutters back to her lair and I am lured back to your charred chest in fascination.

I am a piranha of self-discovery and I would never tame your authority.
Piranhas never see the dead prey in front of them, they like the trail
of the alive.  Exotic fish traders often misidentify their force.
They are the Pisces.

It is a Tracy dawn and time to swoop back to my stunning maharishi.
She reminds me to be the exotic fish trader and to escort the
piranha back to

I feel like healing.
lose your eyes.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Naked Navy

Your wilderness is nothing more than my eternal navy sky.
Make your bed in my golden Savannah grass where there are no thirsting temple rules.  A lioness bed is my curvy body and while you are licking, I will smile.
You hold the secret of my thunder.  The secret is that the stars must shift.
That shift creates the boom and everyone longs for the boom.
Are you ready; we are the shifters holding the cords to the primordial stars.
The same charismatic cords that move the stars to crack the boom.
Let’s paint each other in naked navy and we can nourish the stars.
My mouth waters to taste you and me.  This is me when you are my wilderness.
In naked navy.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

sleepy madness

Hope served me a deep pillow for my sleepy madness.  You know this;
an attendant held a silver tray and we heard chimes in this late night wind
of a late night world.  Like the brutal swing and fall of each wager
between you and I that tonight will be the coldest night of the year,
so too the polar bears snuggle by the fire.  Or do they?

You know this; telling someone you are in love with them.  Standing nude
as fuck in words, in worlds.  Fuck.  That is the moment you take back any sort
of king status  you offered with a pillow and thank the sweet cold earth holding
your feet that there are more princes.   The polar bears snuggle a strange bluespruce, instead.  Dear King, you will never exhaust me.