The sporting life ripples
flesh and pumps iron
determination shot through
with veins of sweat
that condense like pearls,
slick with passion,
soaked in frenzied desire.
I wove myself into the women in the room.
I stole from them, and they never knew.
I left whispered kisses,
just warmth on their throats...
and slipped inside them
though we were never alone.
I've come to know what my women feel.
I've come to exploit
their silent fears.
I am to them what they need from me,
what they beg me to be,
so silently,
on bent knee....
My tongue soothes hearts with words,
soothes skin,
delves into places where sex begins.
Where it grows from a blush, to a flush.
I am an apparition, nurturing an ember at the core,
growing a fever in the flesh, in the depths,
in the space between the hips.
A room of women....
with a craving too deep to appease.
A room of women waiting to come.
Waiting to be the next one.
Gentle words, gentle tongue.
And I am the one
who steals into the room
waiting to see what they wish me to do.
Beautiful, Beautiful Boy
You make yourself vulnerable, unhidden,
every imaginable pretense dropped
Unfolding yourself in the harsh spotlight of honesty
despite the danger of ridicule
and your delicate, oft-mangled heart.
Stepping gracefully through danger and into trust
you somehow think I'm the one deserving thanks.
She was the glow of evening
reflecting from my mind's eye.
Seared like a token of affection
on my skin.
I remember when
kissing was an art
that we spent hours engaged in.
And each would begin
with a gentle sigh
that came from somewhere deep inside
where her belief in love dwelled.
I held her fragile heart,
as it pulsed in my palm,
as it echoed in the cavern of her breast.
Gently, slowly,
lest I move in haste,
and lay ruin and waste
to the perfection of her--
I captured her like a butterfly.
Tasted her captivity,
her eternity of belonging to me,
and I knew I'd love forever,
as long as I could have her.
She slowly died being kept
and those last tears she wept
tasted like sadness
and champagne.
Irony
Spread out before me
with delicate eyes full of hope
and pale, lust-scented flesh
aching for approval.
Exquisite creature, I cannot be cruel to you.
It's not really erotic, but it's about an ex girlfriend I saw wandering in town today.
You smelled too much like summer, too much
Of the sweet and sharp perfumes,
The tea tree hand cream, citrus blooms.
You tasted like the city, dripped in urban sweat and
Ran dirty nails through your salty hair,
And blinked at me with your eyelids wet-
You crystallised against the light,
You slipped from solvent, long dissolved into
The grey street backwash, dripping out you shone;
Refracted, gleamed, and gone.
The seconds muted as I checked; your shadow
Lengthened, stretched into the wilderness of feet and
Wheels, I waited, wasted all my daydreams
As you glanced through sulphur smog at me.
