There are parts of her I’ve yet to kiss. But all will be found and none I’ll miss. Her lips well covered her face always more, her neck I long to further explore. ~ Her lobes enjoyed and nibbled much. Her body quivers to my gentle touch. Passion ensues and intuition guides. New destinations found as my tongue glides. ~ Her response is felt on my warm lips, whilst hands caress her soft round hips. The kissing proceeds from her head to toes. But parts in-between I shan’t expose.
Internet addiction comes in many forms. Some quite explicit but most fit the norms. My own peccadillo doesn’t seem so very bad. It often makes me happy and rarely makes me sad. ~ I fantasize of beauty, this I will admit. I love shape and form with a dash of wit. Though some look unnatural with parts all askew, their faces slapped together are seemingly taboo. ~ Pages scroll before my eyes as I stare in awe. Wasted time’s a problem but not against the law. Ads fill my mailbox, an embarrassment to see. Each has a pitch but nothing’s ever free. ~ Though I’ve spent no money or caught some disease, my constant oohs and aahs can cause some unease. I may have my issues but certainly I’m no louse. I’m just very anal looking for a house.
The Holiday’s behind us, a new year has begun. The world it seems in turmoil, why can’t we live as one. ~ The climate seemingly haywire, continent’s now ablaze. Glacier’s melting into the seas, but to some it’s just a phase. ~ Leaders seem oblivious, striving only for your vote. Sycophants follow blindly, getting screwed while they gloat. ~ War now seems inevitable, missiles flying everywhere. Pinheads pushing buttons, could this be our final year? ~ Do I seem pessimistic, or are things as they seem? Maybe it’s time to wake up, this ain’t no F’n dream.
In a lovers contortion, bodies in place; hip to hip and face to face. Skin is warm to each other’s touch. Legs search a waist to clutch. ~ Hands explore, caress and hold, journeys had never told. Breathing heavy with kisses between. Smiles glow, the brightest seen. ~ Heart beats in-sync, whispers heard. Tremors felt without a word. Nose to nose adoring eyes meet. Souls at rest, the day we greet.
While watching TV like a slouch,
love can be made on the couch.
Or while eating tacos in candlelight,
or an extra kiss when saying goodnight.
Bad breath be damned, it’s the sunrise,
I kiss her cheeks till she opens her eyes.
Good morning’s shared and our day’s begun.
We need no plans cos everything’s fun.
We’ll relax in PJ’s, our hair a mess;
we’ll sip some coffee until we dress.
Smiles are traded with every glance.
But I smile less when she puts on her pants.
Laughter’s abundant with the joy we’ve found.
Our harmony’s felt with every sound.
Yes, love can be made most anywhere.
Just two things needed then blended with care.
The first day of life starts today. If there’s a second I can’t say. So today I’m gonna do my best, I’ll eat some veggies and get my rest. ~ I’ll smile at every passerby. I’ll say hello and wave goodbye. I’ll give my love some extra kisses. I’ll try my hardest to fulfill her wishes. ~ I’ll write a poem that brings folk’s joy. I’ll use all the tricks magicians employ. I’ll write something funny and something sweet. I’ll go upstairs soon and tickle some feet. ~ I’ll nibble some toes and lick some knees. I’ll massage some thighs if I please. I’ll whisper “I love you” in waiting ears. And hope this first day lasts for years.
My beer’s warm and my bed’s cold. My wife ran off and my car’s real old. My dog’s half dead but that’s OK, I can’t afford to feed him anyway. ~ The kids don’t talk to me anymore. I go to see mom and she locks the door. So I go to see dad in the old boneyard. I drink and I cry and I fall real hard. ~ I get so drunk I can’t even stand. I woke up once covered in sand. My toilet’s broke so I pee in the sink. There’s a shed outside, that’s where I think. ~ I got no lights to turn off or on. The landlord screams “why ain’t you gone” But don’t weep for me cos I ain’t sad. I ain’t never had a beer’s that bad.
There’s another me I’ve yet to see.
And this other me won’t let this one be.
Both see with my eyes and screw with my head.
But only one’s good, the other better off dead.
Never certain whom will wake,
or the trouble they will make.
Their highs often go way, way too far,
their lows always leaving a scar.
I need to know from where this comes,
who eats cake and who gets crumbs?
This rollercoaster must soon stop,
but then a merry-go-round I will hop.
I’m forcing this poem for a change,
may not be good but surely strange.
And maybe someday we can all agree,
whom the f*** is the real me.
There once an old dude, who was quite crude, the town folk thought him rude. ~ After many a year in love he fell, his flame however said “go to hell”. His desires she’d never quell. ~ A stormy winter slowly passed by. Accustomed to rejection, the dude wasn’t shy. And persistent he was to always ask why. ~ The spring finally came, his flame stayed the same, himself the dude thought to blame. ~ The summer surely hot, the dude surely not, his cool long since shot. ~ Autumn’s bluster in the air, his flame did flicker, he did flare. The time had tempered each with care. ~ With a Christmas snow soon to arrive, fire and ice made water to dive. His flame’s heart thawed and their love did thrive.
Sitting in silence alone with my thought,
thinking of time when quiet’s sought.
But time it seems does not align,
to my plans or grand design.
Intersections come to bear,
a train of thought gets us there.
Whistles and bells are sure to please,
with some steam we’ll never freeze.
We’ll shovel shit to eat some bread.
Or dig ever deeper into our head.
Pain’s always felt to reach the goal.
The track we choose carries our soul.
I play with words cos it’s fun.
And when I’m hollow, I’ll be done.
Shades of perfection – a pause for reflection. Softness felt on shapely curves, a goddess of light, calming nerves. ~ Time stands still shaped in stone. A memory forged, never alone. Shadows illuminate visions anew. Shades of perfection – as are you!
Special thanks to the unknown photographer and inspirational model 🙂
Her scent lingers, I flushed away.
I sense the push of another shitty day.
She polluted my mind and soiled my bed.
Leave me alone, get out of my head!
We fed our needs and ate our cake.
Her outside sweet, her inside’s fake.
Her taste and touch I felt were real.
Now pinched cheeks is all I feel.
My hand shades so not so crass,
this burst of gas I hope to pass.
And groan some notes for a while,
refreshing again this steaming pile.
Time trickles naturally.
But stand I must eventually.
A gentle pull will clear the residue.
Her memory wiped but some sticks like glue.
Syphilis at seventy is no one’s first choice.
But after the shots you will rejoice.
For the seconds enjoyed in youthful bliss,
it’s worth every minute of that long painful piss.
Second chances are rarely found,
chances less when soon in the ground.
The time is now to sow those oats.
So munch away you horny old goats.