POETRY - EROTIC: Dancing, Just Before The Storm Breaks,

Dancing, Just Before The Storm Breaks,

With you in that special

pinkish-grey quality of light

where patches of bright,

cool light cut through

darker, muddier illumination,

the aroma of the coming rain

hangs lightly like a mist

in the air, I anticipate

the first clap of thunder.

Lightning becomes our only

electricity, candles

our only light soliciting

us to continue the tango.

Wax melts, wicks tender

flickering flames with massive

achromatic chords as our

stuttering melody proceeds

not by slow layers but

expressive, successive, rapid

notes like fingers that seem to be

Saying, or writing something

Halfway down our spines.

Delicious tension increases

sweeping the clouds aside

so that soft place between

dancing scrotum and anus

where you linger in what

seems like the ancient

entranceway sealed over

by time permits no release

until the storm subsides

as if a switch was thrown

and the frantic fugato rhythms

Slow to a steady rise and fall.

Everything is liquid and

aromatic—yes, you can smell

again—and you are gripped

at the root by those powerful

contracting pulses...more felt than

seen or heard yet echoes in

plangent cadences from

dissipating clouds above.

Acquiring textures of

luminous clarity, you appreciate

I can take you to the brink

again and again, your entire

focus surges toward the end of

your throbbing organ and the

storm's tremendous pressure

reaches your head and chest and

you can hear a fast-approaching

climax of whooping horns ready

to blow. You stiffen. The air tightens.

The tornadic winds and 

torrential are unleashed.

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POETRY - EROTIC / ROMANTIC: PAINTING YOU

Painting You

Would be more fun if you were lying naked on a

Chaise and not from a photograph or my memory, or

Of you pulling into my garage and turning off the key,

Of you sitting across from me at the table as we have a staring contest,

Of you prone on my bed making those groans as I massage your back,

Of you looking down at me while I'm moaning on my back.

Watching you lounging on that small bed at the lake

And being happy and at peace, I want to kiss you. so

I can absorb more of the feeling of contentment you exude. I

Suddenly wonder why in the world we can't stay.

There are no paintings hanging on the walls, but that's okay;

I'd rather look at you than any portrait in the whole world.

Surprising is the blue-and-white striped nautical

Feeling from the couch and the bookcase of unread

Words that acted as voyeurs as you bent me over the

Back of that cottage sofa before we even unpacked.

As often as the temperatures of Spring change,

We drift back and forth between the freezing

North and the heat of the south looking

At each other through our spectacles of love.

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POETRY - EROTIC: Spiked Heels and Cowboy Boots

Spiked Heels and Cowboy Boots

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We go the distance;

A ride that takes us

From front to front to

Time and places switched,

Pussy teasing wag.

I was the wearer

Of the cowboy boots

The first time we met.

Now I'm bound in spikes

And you wear the boots.

We close the distance—

Wisecrack of our joy

Butted against the

Naked truth of lust—

Not fully exposed

To the road's voyeurs.

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POETRY - EROTIC: No Multicolored Crepe-Paper Streamers Fluttering Below Air-Conditioner Vents

No Multicolored Crepe-Paper Streamers Fluttering Below Air-Conditioner Vents

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You like me for my pole dances

And the way I fit on your lap...

The way you brush against my peaks.

Well, I sleep beneath trees, don't I?

Our day fumbles toward darkness.

Glamorously amorous, we

Don't wait for the long exposure

That will become an erotic

blur of wrestlers on ruffled sheets.

You're Eros fingering the rose,

A god with wild netherworld lust

That stirs a fire in the wetness.

I'm a temple of love waiting

For you, my octopus lover,

Wanting you to go down like the

God Cupid when he took Leda.

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POETRY - ROMANTIC: WOVEN INTO MY HEART

Woven Into My Heart

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All's fair in love and war?

Then why does love hurt

sometimes?

Why is it then that you

Always hurt the one

you love?

Why do storm clouds threaten

Snuff the candle of love

too soon?

Softer lights, softer nights

Can soothe the heartbroken soul's

ballet.

How can I want to be

Whole when he feels hollow,

alone?

He doesn't know that he's

The friend woven into

my heart,

That he is the whisper

Of our past, yesterday's

photos,

He is the important

Joy, my shoreline that makes

nights warm,

He makes love beautiful.

Piece by piece I am bound

to him,

To his laugh, insanity,

strength, his independence,

his peace.

Love hurts when he's not here,

But, I give willingly

to him

Every grain of sand

That I am, I will be

I'm his.

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POETRY - EROTIC: NAKED IN SURRENDER

Naked In Surrender

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March 2014

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The thing is you can't

expect me to always be

defeated, naked in

surrender, a slave

bound while your sweat works to

cool your exhausted body,

your muscle lax and spent.

You can see how

sensitive my nipples are

after the stroking from

your fingers and your tongue

and from your lips gripping

and pulling and from being

sucked and nibbled; my

ribs rising and falling

while you sculpted anew

parts of my body. Didn't each

exhalation of breath whisper

sounds of elation and yes?

Doesn't my trembling body

speak to you as the sole

benefactor of your desire,

of you, all of you, and your seed

to the point of that little death

before my limp body finds

purchase with yours?

Art by Malcolm T Liepke

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POETRY - EROTIC: ABSTRACT LOVE

ABSTRACT LOVE

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When no one suspects,

when no one will know,

let us steal away

in a furtive manner

and seclude ourselves

and our love affair.

Pull me, embrace me,

lay me across the

bed; let me savor

your kisses, touches.

Your fingertips speak

like sensuous words

that heat the growing

peaks on my olive

mounds. Mated, the two,

words and fingertips,

make me wet, sending

shivers racing through

my body. Masterful

digits tease, torment

me to distraction;

my attention lost

to the long, hard bulge

in your zippered jeans,

you inhale a growl,

guide my waiting hand

to its destiny,

and smile wickedly.

Wearing nothing but

my pearl necklace while

you remain fully

clothed, our soprano-

baritone duet

crescendos. Trembling,

thoughts of you taking

my hair in your hand,

angle my head back,

and kiss the hollow,

sensitive point of

my neck sends desire

to my deepest core.

I want you, my hand

says as it takes long

twisting strokes of your

steely hard thickness.

You drive me crazy,

beyond all reason,

my lips tell you as

yours devour me

with passionate delight

and i cry for more.

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POETRY - ROMANTIC: I GET A FEELING

I GET A FEELING

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when i was young, the feeling was there,

it is still there living in me;

take me back to the stems of it.

as i recollect, there's no colors

to rearrange or to give me that feeling

when we're apart; and i, i don't

need teaching that i can't be without you—

without you, Babe

there's no future,

there is no past,

no slow and no fast

there is no face

there is no desire

and there's no release

no cameras too

there are no phones

in the night,

and i, i get that feeling

that i can't be without you,

without you, Babe...

without you;

you came and you took my heart

and i, i get that feeling when we're apart,

another lesson in the teaching

that i can't be without you;

so i, i'll be around,

just as i was when i was young

when the feeling was there,

it is still there living in me,

it is the feeling that i can't be without you

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POETRY - EROTIC: Balloons and Black Licorice

BALLOONS AND BLACK LICORICE

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As years passed, the less he understood what

happened to his best friend, Trevor, that day.

He had become a turbulent helot

in sweat-filled lust...without his repartee.

He watched Trevor transform and parading

As a sex toy for his Black Licorice;

In and out like some drum major wielding

his baton wildly so he'd accomplish

All she demanded for those balloons

And a taste of her sweet Black Licorice.

On an overcast day, while he communes,

It happens...it was straight from some Irish

War epic. Trevor unzipped; she bent over.

With grace and ferocity, she vacuumed

All parts of him; as a victimizer,

She devoured...poor Trevor was consumed.

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POETRY - ROMANTIC: tête-à-tête

MUSINGS: The Forgotten Pages Of the Personal Journal

IN A CACHE OF UNPUBLISHED PAGES FROM THE PRIVATE AND PERSONAL JOURNAL OF LUST AND LOVE, THIS ENTRY BEARS WITNESS TO A PASSIONATE PLEA TO HER LOVER DATED NOVEMBER 2012

Dearest XXX,

What right do they have to question whether you and I went to San Diego together? Why would you tell those women "no"? What right does any woman have to ask whether you stayed with me at my house? Why would you tell them "no"? Why do you tell them I am too young for you? These cause me continuous consternation and confusion and surely make those women think I am some sort of stalker...or, have they been told that as well?

How utopian (I think I chose the right word...idealistic?), how obtuse, how detached from reality are those women, or woman, is anyone not to expect me to be resentful?

I think these questions answer themselves.

I am desirous for them to leave me alone. I wonder why they/why she can't see that the onus of any blame rests with the perpetrator of continuous antagonism and slander, i.e., themselves/herself...that only a fatuous, inane person would place moral responsibility on anyone other than themselves...or on her if it is just one person.

Please, please, stop telling me I am jealous. I am not. Not one woman of your friends who causes problems has done anything, not a single thing, that would impress me enough to be jealous. I have never been jealous of a female or a male.

If you dare discuss me with these women/this woman, please stop. Is it fair to me to stand accused of an emotion I do not feel but never allowed to stand before my accuser and have her accuse me to my face? She won't allow it because she knows she lies and hopes to instigate problems. When you listen and converse on that level, she believes she is winning her battle...or has won when you concur.

Don't even say it...I know. I have said to you repeatedly when you bring her up that that particular "bunny" attacked me on my page and when my friends began condemning and questioning her reasons, she unfriended me and blocked me. And the Irish woman who said something to the effect she wanted you and the other men to line up so she could examine your cocks?  LOL When I commented, "I can't believe you said that"...that was NOT AN ATTACK...no matter how much she cried on your and the two other guys' shoulders, it was NOT AN ATTACK. One was defense and the other a teasing question. So, there you are...their reasons just don't hold up to any rationale but their attacks on me continue. Isn't it just common sense to say, "I don't want to discuss Mxxx"? to them/to her?

I have never been paranoid. I've never had reason to be. I don't have a suspicious bone or an iota of mistrust. But, when you continue to tell me what they say to you about me and to each other about me, I admit I'm sort of taken aback and after I laugh a little, I do wonder why they continue to discuss me. Am I that important?

I'm admittedly crazy...I don't hide me weirdness; I never have. I have always been a happy person and loved my life and my family and people.

BUT...those women/that woman is TOXIC!

Wish I had the courage to mail this to you ... I really want to send this to you. I won't. Just writing it makes me feel a little better...until you tell me something else.

You know what I wish? I want to go back to Hxxxxxxy Lake again this coming May. In fact, we should ask for a standing reservation for every May. We both loved that place and there was such peace and such good loving in that cute little cabin. Yes, I think I will suggest we return to the same cabin.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Page from the Private Journal of....

©November 2012

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The letter was sent and his response was:

I'll call you tonight. 

This is for you, it always was, from the start and yes, I used it for my other id on facebook.

Played this on the tube this morning and thought about you and me

Boys Don't Cry — I Wanna Be A Cowboy

Riding on the range,

I've got my hat - on,

I've got my boots - dusty.

I've got my saddle

On my horse.

He's called....T-t-t-t-t-trigger

Of course.

I wanna be a cowboy

and you can be my cowgirl

I wanna be a cowboy

and you can be my cowgirl

I wanna be a cowboy

(woman's voice)

Riding on the chuck wagon,

Following my man.

His name is Ted,

Can you believe that?

Camping on the prairie

Plays havoc with my hair.

Makes me feel quite dirty,

Though we all do sometimes

I wanna be a cowboy

and you can be my cowgirl

I wanna be a cowboy

and you can be my cowgirl

I wanna be a cowboy

Looking like a hero,

Six-gun at my side,

Chewing my tobacco.

Out on the horizon,

I see a puff of smoke.

Indians on the warpath,

(Indian voice) White man speak-em with forked tongue.

Or not.

I wanna be a cowboy

and you can be my cowgirl

I wanna be a cowboy

Of course I replied: I love it when you do thing like this