Thursday, March 27, 2014

quick note of esteem

while i may not be aware of the boys that youve been losing time with, take it from a man that has been around the world and lived more life than anyone i know, your gorgeous. Not just in that, 'Oh, my mother says my girlfriend is beautiful and will make pretty children' kind of way but in that I crave your skin with every cell in my body and want to explore the terrain of your sculpted flesh with tounge and fingertips until im sure that even if i were to go blind i could recite the vision that desire and delight had created in our body twisted sweat slicked union for an eternity of erotic detailed dreams and never miss sight but rather curse my eyes for wasting any of the viewable seconds of my life on seeing anything other that the perfection of your figure sprawled panting and satisfied across my naked bodies pure delight at the gift that your curve and caress are to my fantasies satisfaction and complete carnal rapture.....take that as your guide as to how you should try seeing yourself.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Lost & Found

How do I factor around not holding you with my hands searching for contours to grip, fingers merging with your skin as if we were grafting my palms to your hips and my arms to your ribs... ...A staircase can be a dangerous place with your ankles kissing my face.... LOST AND FOUND
THE BALLAD OF TWO LOVERS SKIPPING STONES OVER BLACK HOLES AND PUDDLE JUMPING ON A SUPERNOVAS SHORE...
....I lost my inhibitions and found safety in her tone... Behind walls made of typhoons and receivers stamped from molded plastic, we connected and fused our adulation into passionate exploration of each others secrets and souls... There are no similarities in this Adonis only envy, jealous eyes prying after Gods most favored creation. She is a creature the likes of fantasy and myth..unattainable and brilliant...and yet-she touched me. Her hands like waves and fingers like anchors, she plunged into my abyss and gripped my being. She inspires me to swim naked through hot spring pools and sip bottles of wine on a volcano's balcony. Ive learned to sew and weave with her, as i fit layers of my ribcage with the songs she sings and the paper mache musings that bind the smile of our prayer... We gifted each other intracit baskets to catch the shooting stars of our bedroom ceiling astrology course and the whispers of our pillow talk... She stitched the weather tattered sails of my dreams and passion and I made for us the perfect vessel to carry our sweat licked skin tango to exotic shores with full gale force sway ....we create naked brilliance and heavy breath sacraments to each others epidural harmony of motion and chest to back contours that have typhoons and solar eclipses bowing at our union... ...arms and hands conducting to each others bodies like Mozart to his symphony, like symbols our bodies and souls collide with perfect reverberation and every beat and breath with her, Is a masterpiece. Lost and Found....and so we are

Friday, June 17, 2011

SHE LOCKS GAZES WITH YOUR SOUL THROUGH OCULAR IMPERFECTION THAT MAKES HER PERFECT.
SIMILAR TO A SIREN, BUT THROUGH CRYSTAL CLEAR EYE CONTACT, SHE'LL CARRY YOU ON A GAZE THAT HARMONIZES AND REVERBERATES OUT TUNES THAT IGNITE TANGO FLOORS AND CREATE DANCE REVOLUTIONS WITH SKIN SOAKED SWEAT SEDUCTION.
IN A RETINAL TUG-O-WAR, SHE ALWAYS WINS...
THERES REALLY NO FIGHTING SUCH BEAUTIFUL SEDUCTION, AND IN THE JUNCTION OF THESE TWO STAR CHASING PUMAS YOU FIND THE BIRTHPLACE OF WHAT PASSION IS ALL ABOUT AND POWER IN REVELATION GAMES OF LUST WRAPPED LUNACY....
ALL MERGED PERFECTLY IN A 12 INCH LOVE SONG...
I FOUND THAT WE EXIST THERE, IN THAT FIELD OF ENERGY WE CREATE BY BRUSHING HANDS AND MATCHING HEART BEATS IN A GEOGRAPHIC EXPLORATION OF EACH OTHERS TERRAINS,
AND YES I COULD MAP HER.
IN 3 NIGHTS I COULD TOPOGRAPHICALLY TIPTOE WITH LASER PRECISION OVER FLAWLESS SKIN TRANSITIONS AND TONGUE TIP LIP AROUSED BODY POSITIONS…
SHE IS PRESENT AND DRINKS IN MY EVERY WORD AS IF SIPPING FROM THE CUP OF LIFE...
SHE DOESN'T JUST SOAK IN MY GLOW, SHE ABSORBS IT WITH TENACITY AND CREATES AN ATOMIC FLARE IN OUR UNION,
AND WE UNITE AND IGNITE PHYSICAL TORCHES IN NO SMOKING ZONES AND SET SPACE ON FIRE AS WE BURN IT UP...
SHE LITERALLY CLIMBS WALLS AS IF TRYING TO SUMMIT THE SECONDS WE SPEND TOGETHER SEARCHING FOR HAND HOLDS IN EACH OTHERS PLIABLE DESIRE..
HER SKIN…
SKIN HAS NEVER BEEN SO SMOOTH.... SHE IS THE SILK SPUN MANIFESTATION OF WHAT CAN ONLY BE COMPARED TO HYPNOTIC ECSTASY.... WHERE TOUCHING HER MAKES YOUR HANDS FEEL GIFTED FOR BEING IN HER BODIES PRESENCE…....
…I WONDER WHERE SHE WENT?..:

Moments with Perfection

"Write about why you love me," She said, so, I tried...... .
There is a depth in you that resonates in every aspect of my existence and facet of my soul..
How do you describe that?.....
You inspire me with 6 year old humming and your tiny crossed feet swinging to the non-stop rhythm in your heart and soul that bubbles out through your amazing imagination and brilliance of your emotional and mental awareness....
how do you describe that?
You smile for me and make my soul giggle!
We play the "I love you" game, and it's always a draw!!
You are the tiny personification of everything that inspires children' novels...
Why do I love you?...
How do you describe that?
There aren't enough words in all languages to come close to explaining why I love you......
Just know that I do, and always will...your my angel
and
everything that is wonderful about my life!
......How could I possibly describe that?!
Shes a girl like you'd expect..
sharp nails, soft touch..beautiful smile, and even better smile eyes..
She would seem shy if not for her glow,
...70 m.p.h. with the top down on a clear, windy, hilly, California road at midnight is a magical time to share secrets with stars, or, marvel at her in my lap as if the world didn't exist...
She has that ability you see, to disappear in plain sight..only in her power the world fades away and the only thing in center observation is passion...
her bite is deep as is her desire to satisfy,
hours of beautiful attempts make late reminders for her that just being there is satisfaction enough.......
she can consume souls with her presence and gift you with power in her growl...
This girl has a kitty-hawk persona and the case work for a deviant from the common...
she exposes herself to the unexpected world who's eyes are bloodshot and unblinking.....and....
She is naked...I gotta go!
She was a "name in lights" broadway walking dame that clicked 4 inch heels and swayed like there was a soundtrack to her stroll....
"I wish somebody would write something beautiful about me."
.... She was bold and sang her tune in a different key, one so perfectly off pitch that I had to listen...
She was building a list of her fears, not to shoot napalm at the world, but to explain that she was scared...

She was a "name in lights" broadway walking dame that clicked 4 inch heels and swayed like there was a soundtrack to her stroll.
...eyes popped in her wake and left mens ribs bruised from sharp eyed wives and lovers that caught them stealing a look...
neck craned over her shoulder should shout, "trust me everything your thinking is true my man, its worth the punishment!"
But she kept walking... i realized that the old line has a sting that isnt conveyed in movies.."I love watching you walk away.... but.."
then she was gone....and then there was me....
I wanted to write her one of those” I love you essays” but I can’t you see because the thing you can’t see is the same thing that keeps these eyes chained too nostalgia and memories..
That’s where we live….in that time of then and..Who knows? I’m not really entitled to know..to know things like how she feels with her head on my chest listening to a thunder storm and creating lightning with our heartbeats, or how she feels in that moment before falling completely asleep…you know the one I’m talking about, when the world fades to a shade of gray and the blankets around you seem to be electric heated love and you can breathe in a centered, “ I love this moment” form.

To know things like, if her cheeks go as pink as I imagine when she is put on the spot with my hand resting on the back of her neck in a Lips and hips locked expression of my overwhelming desire for her at that moment…and every moment that I can remember with her in it. You can’t see that she is the physical personification of the beauty that I would hope to be gifted with by Gods right hand or the brilliance of a moment’s recognition that life exists within its fragile walls.

I love her on levels deep enough to rewrite and burn books written about the subject… and she is the topic of conversation whenever the subject of “the one who got away” comes up. I could write volumes about the way that the earth seems to give way under her step to reward her for the gift she is to its surface with every light footed pixie like motion she makes.

The things I want to share with her and feel with her aren’t mine to have and yet thinking what it would be like gives me the will to keep dreaming about the perfection that we could make..I use that word sparingly..but to spare all the intensity of my thoughts about her would not truly convey the feeling of true symphony that our souls dance would create….Simply put, I love her, I love her, I love her…its simple right?...then why can’t I love her?

…..A twisted tale of things that he has and everything that I hold true...I would if I could but I can’t so I think and there is the beauty of pain and she is still there…crying alone into Ben and jerries with a white gown catching the remains of that pain and she stands alone and the only thing that I want in this thing we call life is to make perfectly certain that she never has to spend one day in that place that doles depression pill poppers and keeps us staring into late night skies wondering when it’s going to change….but I can’t you see, because the one thing that I want to give her isn’t mine to give