tempo.

tempo.

woman s lips
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his eyes follow her form
across the room
as she moved
my eyes
my eyes follow her from
from and to
my thoughts rampant
like wildfire
fueled by desire, fantasy
the idle mind rages in the cauldron of imagination
lurid possibilities
drowning in insinuation
her curves
to meet my hands
her mouth
to meet my lips
the sensation
that first kiss
obsession
fevered bliss

notes… so sometimes you look at someone at distance, wondering, fantasizing, living out all the possibilities in your mind in an instant, watching them stride, you imagine your life together in that moment you create a story, a movie and sensations…

sex, I mean how else did we get here?

sex, I mean how else did we get here?

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let my eyes speak sex
with lurid intent
a sultry stare
the thrust of wet
bodies bare
dripping sweat
tight embrace
coital lock
in that moment
pure escape

notes… I think about things like “can I communicate with my eyes”, can  I say “I want you” with these baby blues, why do we pretend, the games, the end, there is times when desire and lust are just forefront, we all have impulses and I am no exception, life- lust-  visceral… and I think this is just one of the sexiest songs ever…

seduction…

seduction…

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you have me, on the rocks” 8/4/2018

the ice melts, so suddenly

your eyes melt me, so subtlety

your voice, a symphony

the words – no matter

composed

of such sweet notes

the nectar of honey bees

the sound hones

the buzz slides across my lobes

revelrie

dance me in a daze

and I look lock gaze

the fierce fire

of your eyes

burns me alive


notes… is there a person, that one, that can just melt you with their eyes?  put you under that spell?  that you just connect?   I guess I should consider myself lucky that I did have that once for some years, and perhaps look forward to it again should fate shine her little light onto my tiny patch I’ve carved out of the universe’s darkness whole, I can only hope because the alternative is definitely not of hope.  I posted a word with “middle english” origins because… some of my favorite works are of the time. Specifically I am referencing two things Heloise and Abelard and also Alexander Pope (I won’t say he is a hero of mine, who knows such things, but an inspiration ? and a fantastic poet ?  yep).  Note the last line of Pope’s poem (sheer brilliance imo):

Such if there be, who love so long, so well,
Let him our sad, our tender story tell;
The well-sung woes will soothe my pensive ghost;
He best can paint them who can feel them most.

music… yeah, I am big on the music, I am so….  currently obsessed with Anna Murphy, so this song fits…

Anna Murphy “Lovelornia”

her vocals are transcendent, it really makes you believe as an artist that talent is out there stalking and taking down prey (for all of us to consume)… all for us to enjoy, so go out there and look for it… additionally I am always looking for new music, so if ya got something ! tell me dammit!  I only have so many hours of so many days to search on my own, while I am a great excavator a little help is always appreciated my friends ! Be well all!

empowerment, truth.

empowerment, truth.

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huntress” 6.28.2018

diamonds like daggers

adorn around her form-

she scans the room

prodding, invading

with a mask of guile

throwing around

intoxicating smiles

they do not stand a chance

unwittingly lining up

to be picked up

like fruit from a tree

to which to whet her appetite

to which delight

and all in the while

they pretend

they have some measure

of control

when there is no doubt

she has it all

not even a game

not even remotely fair

just a moment

before she springs

her snare

and suffocates

the coils wrap

she takes the air

and all she wants

she simply, casually – takes.


Notes… am I past the swoon of a beautiful woman?  sure, I could try and be cool smooth internet guy and lie that I have not been led by my eyes (or something else residing lower).  But as you get older (hopefully) wiser… you realize (hopefully) that there is beauty in so many places other than obvious pleasing visions.  Beauty is nice, it is a lovely component but it certainly does not mean a person is better… and it is all relative. Which would you rather have .. beauty or happiness ?


Music.. I can’t even put into words, how much I love this…  Tori, she is just brilliant… and live a revelation…

Tori Amos – Upside Down (live)

Still gives me the chills after all these years.  true art my friends.

Not in the mood…

Not in the mood…

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…to post anything profound or mindblowing… heck, I’m just a dude sometimes.  I figure I would post a puppy photo and let the hits roll in (I don’t like cats so much so that wasn’t an option, and well, if you are into that youtube has plenty of pussy… cats for you to ogle).  So puppies and flowers… and er, candy, chocolate and whatever… Pretend I wrote the coolest thing you ever read, I probably will, just not tonight…

Butthole Surfers “Pepper”

Sexy time…

Sexy time…

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Of course I am saying “sexy time” in my Borat voice…. makes more sense that way (and amuses me).  I don’t write about sex or sexual innuendo often, certainly not as often as I think about it (as if I have that much free time).  Nothing pornographic… which is odd because I could care less about suggestive or out right lewd language.  So here is 2 poems that just kind of happened .. the equivalent of a one night stand in terms of my poetry given what usually gets my pen to stand on end. (and I quite liked these poems as I wrote them or maybe it was dictated to me by the universe in one full sweaty stroke of my hand)


room for 2” 4/4/18

as I stand there

as I bathe in you

the woman of my dreams

every contour and every seam

tailored for my hands

small of back

I place my hands

a burst of sweat

as fingers rise to shoulders

I pull you in

closer, closer.


we meet” 6/1/18

our skin meets

I know your temperature

I know your scent

lips pressed

firm, wet

body lines

hands glide

slide

inside

you shudder

soft moan

drawn close

nibbled lobe

whispers exchanged

desires, explode


dmk note: I hope you caught all the double entendres in my intro… if not, shame on you.

musical selection, one of the goddamn sexiest song I have ever heard… “Minus the Bear: White Mystery”, no mystery, turn up the volume and be with the one you desire