Praise for a Woman

i love a woman:
woman's body-
breasts, hips,
nipples, cunt,
belly, ass-
smell, taste,
lips.

ooooh.  those lips!

and not just a woman:
THE woman-
breasts, hips,
nipples, cunt,
belly, ass-
smell, taste,
lips.

a botticelli body
that spills out
in all the right places,
held together by denim.

Orchid Dew

gathering only
flowers, i could have eaten
generous harvest-
insatiable desire-
i lap dew from an orchid

Refreshment

a pool of peach juice
hiding in the pit's cleavage
nectar of the gods

Erotic Cocaine

lust saunters into my mind with full,
pouting lips that perse, as she points her finger, mouthing,
i want you.

mercilessly, she reels me in,
kissing my neck,
chin, lips, slithering her tongue
into my ear.

she is an incurable disease.
i sniff her clothes, pressing my  nose deep,
trying to inhale the last microgram of her scent.

i am a junkie-
she my erotic cocaine.

she climbs in bed,
her hair hanging, disheveled,
covering her eyes.
she pulls the sheet down,
revealing her painfully perfect pulcritude.
with hooked finger, she beckons.
my knees clatter, as she runs
her fingers down my chest.
just before she sticks her tongue in my ear,
she whispers,
you know you want me,
and i cum.

Perfect Posterior

magnificent ass
your precious posterior-
a sun-ripened peach
perfectly halved, succulent
nectar and saccharine whip

Midnight Snack

my lips on downy
tuft, whisper of eden's dew,
taste of moonrise

Eternity's Play

proscenium stage-
moonbeams light the arm, the breast,
the hip around which
my thoughts revolve- suddenly,
eternity's play

Psychic Fondling

tufted down,
swollen lips, damp
thighs part;
perfume musk,
very faint.

orgasmic thoughts-
silver skull lined,
a thousand mirrors
reflecting foamy tide-
glass balls dancing
on a million fountains.

every pore an open window
asborbing heat,
light caress
scrotal vault.
a flood of iridescent sheen,
cool as jelly.

from the waters
rise great swooping spirals;
flocks of birds
with long slim legs
and brilliant plumage
lose themselves
in the white sea of space.

The Louse

she owns my brain,
desire, the louse, buried
under my cranium.
i scratch till blood oozes,
but the louse won't leave.
she's in my blood now.
the air is saturated
with her.
scratch and scratch
till there's no bone left.
she's exhilarating, sexy.
i weep for her!
i Can'T be sated:
i want to scratch
myself to death.

Hammock

mouthful of cherry and cream,
quivering jelly, the look,
searching for something
in the glistening eye.

reclining, disguising myself
in a hammock's caress
beneath me: reason for dread,
a thrusting and rocking

called lover.

feet, bare, grinding heels.
lungs, in ribcage, hanging
like ripe pears.

fingers anxious, tremble,
make wet spots
on jersey cotton.

but here: hammock spread
in the meadow in moonlight,
swaying in the breeze.

Hungry

licking chocolate
with my eyes, my taste buds weep
dark, bittersweet tears

Satin Glove

long middle finger
thrust into pink satin glove
perfect fit

Cunning Lingua Laps

cunning lingua laps
its daring dance captivates
rousing passion's fire

tantalizing kisses
stimulate fierce arousal
electrified heart

sensual heaven
intimate essence entwined
rapture's inferno