Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Winter Voices



Sweet,
Night's passions
Escape from the outside
Warm on the inside
Dreams for the soul.
Will hushed voices
Answer the prescient night?
Can hearts know minds,
And time become
Allied to the soul?

Bring your song to the window...
...and know the voice of the wind.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

The Model (light erotica)




The Model

A hitchhiker stood slouching in the chilly mountain sun...his red bandanna kept the long hair from his eyes.
Distant sounds approached.......a dark green Land Rover appeared. It slowed, and stopped.
Beside the road, he waited as the passenger door slowly opened.
Knowing nothing about each other they stared at one another....a notion passed between them, he got in.
She looked over her dark glasses at him....the pause in time was broken by a slight smile which he sported with fine looking women. He took a sip of wine and offered her a taste.
Her frock was thin, a sun dress, odd attire for winter, but what was beneath was exquisite.
"I like the way the light plays with your crotch, the razor seems to be your friend?" He murmured.
"Mmmm" her pale pink lips did not part, she pulled ahead onto the road.
Walking across New Zealand he carried only a pack, and a bottle of cheap port, his mission was simple. When ever the the boundaries of the planet are erased, the image of intent is shared in many ways....as the veils of mystery descend, the valleys and mountains become all but touchable, unless we find ourselves vicariously in our own grip of touching friendship.
"I can take you down the hill..." she offered looking with the mirror, "after that, who knows?"
"That offers a glimpse of possibility." he returned, noting the outline of a firm breast glowing beneath the thin cloth, and lit by the morning sun..."it's fine."
"Sort of hehe. You like the play of light?" she flirted, sneaking a glimpse of his whiskered chin, and drinking in a little of his arm muscles as he rolled a sleeve back up, downing another swig.
"I like the play of touch, and how the one hand will caress the invisible," he returned in a slow hesitating voice, calm and melodic with assurance.
"You some sort of poet?" she quizzed, lifting her arm slightly, allowing his view a bit of side breast.
"Actually I am, among other things..." he returned and noticeable studied the pale flesh that revealed no under things..." and you are?"
"A life model, on my way to art class, so I dress light, does my attire suite you?"
"It does, very much....." his warm hand was into her back now and while he studied her flexing lips, she managed the road and still held eye contact with him in the mirror, their gaze hypnotic.
Softly he knew the length of her nails by simple impression her loose hand made on his fore arm, as he located the details of her spine his fingers hot with desire.
A small nipple peeked at his gaze knowing him through the gauzy shift, chilly with excitement, and the feel of anothers purview, it tingled at the knowledge of being touched by sight......as did the man who has been seen for the first time, his member being gathered from it's hiding place by a free hand, exalted at the very touch of a new friend.
"I crossed ten thousand miles searching for one good smile" The poet sighed.
"Mmmm. This feels like poetry to me...." Her eye lapsed from the road to observe an alert reaction. "A +, from this teacher. Ummmm." And rewarded herself with a ten thousand mile sigh..."beautiful!"
In one emotion she said a mouthful, and his sigh could be heard from a thousand miles away
One slight finger could know more in a moment than an entire book could relay in 500 pages...the slightest touch sent sensations down to her toes as he tweaked a nipple and found a slight fold that brought her backside off the seat for a minute as her hand dove into his privates for introduction.
"Hello, stranger...wanna give it a go?" his hand slid along her tingling thigh to mingle along the warm folds that wakened quickly with his curious touch.
"Oh you are good" she purred and clasped the tightly pulsing extension of his yearning groin.
Warm sun light shown brightly, all the reasons two people need to feel their long distance touch, it cast a shadow in all the right places...where only touch was required. Still gazing with each other through the rear view mirror, the breasts show nipples proud, the sun shown directly through fine fabric as one grateful breast winked to the other...you're next sister....
"I had hoped to meet the locals...." he sighed and lifted the hem to view a throbbing pink button, expecting his whetted finger tip but longing for a few miles more. Pressing long and drawing back sharply, the delay and then lifting held a controlled force inside his middle that shot forces into his senses like a delayed sensation of yearning and delight all brought to bear in tense powerful triumph.
"Um (blushing scarlet) I have...come to conclusion shall we say..." she gasped, one hand glued to the wheel, sighing back into the seat and noting a speed of great excess. Easing off the gas she strummed more quickly and just with a sideways glance got the results pulsing and flowing over Mr. Johnson's red swollen head and heard a long grateful gasp and a shudder in fingers that could be felt deep inside her. Tiny circles danced round her sweet pink delights, as the tip of his tongue found a salty reward from fine firm globes where sensations, bounded on soft touch, a twist, a hot breath and wet powerful sucking.
"This is where I pull in" she announced almost apologetically. She smiled as he gathered himself in buttons and wiping with his red bandanna, she slipped her shift back into place.
"Guess what?" he asked as casually as you please, "I got my Birthday wish"
"What's that, a ride from a stranger?" she smiled broadly and checked her hair in the mirror.
"No, I got to have a dress up birthday experience without going down under.... and some writing material. So when is yours?"
"Never mind mine, it is still your day!" She smiled back and as he closed the door she picked up enough frock to show him the pink icing on her cake. :-) 



Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Mutual Inhabitants






Winter bids its minor birds
To sing at my window

Their stilted song
Cuts through the pane

Grateful for my unruly
Thatch of vines

We turn against the cold
Braced in our solace

Mutual inhabitants of a
Poorly constructed life

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Tribal Thunder


Travails outlast the frosty dawn
Infused with cold your heart beats on
Through retched ice and snow
On raged feet you feebly go

Hold true! Go fast! Look not back!
The spirits lift your eyes, down cast

Return a while, in stillness lay
You hold within your hearts convey
A store of wonder, knowledge true
Deny it not, somehow, you knew

Hold true! Go fast! Look not back!
The spirits lift your eyes, down cast

Your journey long, a past you shed
Far more in wonder looms ahead
Unleash your soul to wander on
Study not how things have gone

Arch high thy spirit to the sky
Shed mind and body, alight and fly
The beating chant, allures your soul
A tribal thunder your ears console

Pull back no more, go on, live pure
Ahead the sky breaks dawn azure
You can't imagine what will be
At peace to stride the grassy sea

Sunday, November 9, 2014

My Summer Breeze






courtesy photo; Salento's Light



You are my Summer breeze
Whispering down
Into my thoughts

Softly caressing my stoic face
Chasing my emotions,
My troubles my pains, away

Departing the brutal air
Flicking playfully with my shirt
Nudging me softly on

Tenderly lifting me
To dance away
Cooley, embracingly light

So slightly you breeze through
My Summer night
Leaving me calm and rested

Monday, October 20, 2014




She Wore a Big Pistola
and hardly shirked a chore
but once we tried her cooking
t'was none went back fer more

Her answers mean as horse whips,
when talk was loud and raucous,
and the bottle passing round...
No man she could not out cuss.

She Wore a Big Pistola,
her aim was always true.
No critter suffered by her,
it's head be shot clean through.

Her station to all was common,
rough as a curly haired mule.
But when we finally laid her deep,
seems Julius had been a Jewel.

Oooh my!

Friday, June 27, 2014

Take Me There!



Take Me There!


Are there cool mountain streams
That only you know?
Take me there!

Do the colors in your mind
Release the sensations of hot and cold together?
Take me there!

Is the road you seek
Full of pleasurable curves and bumps?
Take me there!

Will you lick the blade
Searching out all the juices?
Take me there!

Is there a point where your heat
Is almost scalding?
Take me there!

When reaching the summit
Is it about conquest?
Or, how you take me there too?



Inspired by the photographic work, here, and with the permission of  Jeff Dotson http://bit.ly/1poiJ7R


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

You of Golden Minds



Hasten down, all you of golden minds
Young or worldly, true and comely chaste
Brightly rise, swiftly step and hasten hence.

Prick up your spirits, leave your dullness behind
Out of the brightly lit, merry fete of Spring,
Cast off all that hinders your supplicant will.

Twirl and lively dance to sing and shout,
Mid wine inspired jubilation of festival.
Chirp the bird, cry the wolf and hoo the owl.

For upon the humbled visage of my soul,
Do invite all who wish to see and speak the voice,
For she is here, to hold our hearts and cheer thy soul.

Greet Summer's dawn and Winter's gone,
A hearty price was paid, anon call in the glade,
Now roar and sleep no more, till Winter's door,
We curse once more.


Monday, June 2, 2014

Laws of Attraction





Can the energy of a star
not have need of a moon?
Hold me in your orbit
So I can be your satellite.


Light me with your star shine
When the blackest coldest space
Would wreck my dreary course
Hold me in your laws of attraction.


Eclipse me in your heavenly face
Spin me round your distant body
Hold me in a planetary ballet
Twirling, dancing, shining, endlessly



Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Be, in my Heart


Be, the repetition of my heart
Beating like the pendulum of the universe
Deep and secretive
Wide with cool pond scents

Be, the repetition in my heart
To echo into all the emptiness
Like a sweet soft chiming bell
Deeply, clear softly ringing

Again, again and again....