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…
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…
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…
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!
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…
…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…
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
