We Agree – Just Come Do Me

Doesn’t have to be complicated,
Does it? Maybe we should just do it?
Don’t you ever want it angry, hard?
Banging and coming, rampaging.

Come here then, knock on my door
Put your hand around it, beg for it.
Show me your breasts, to say yes,
I’ll do you like you wanted, promise.

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Holy Shit, You’re My Accountant

You’ve done my taxes for three years.
I hire you for your diligence
but your body is amazing,
Beautiful how you dress so professional.

I can’t stop thinking about where things went
I ran into you, both of us alone by the beach,
Hiding out mid afternoon with our drinks
More buzzed than we should be that early.

On your third Cosmo, for me Martinis
We found an excuse to walk to my place
Once we arrived – to see my paintings
Lust hijacked our day, reconnecting.

Anatomy never before so efficient
Not half a minute – way up inside,
You began and kept coming, saying
“Oh my god, you feel so amazing.”

Face In Hands

Life, moving so quickly,
Art seems to have won
This battle for being.

I slipped back in
While trying to engage
Pursuits more rewarding.

The creating owns me
Outside of the ecstasy
it pays off nothing.

The loneliness is crazy
its magnitude  absurd
Had to be, maybe.

Fading and alone
I’m getting old
With no family.

Put my face in hands,
Wondering, is there
Still time for anything?

Face in hands

Taking Silent Measures

Sacrifice, Honor and Desire

True, it’s hard to stereotype and
Generalize people and be right.
But conditions and situations,
Can be unmistakable, universal.

I saw a condition this afternoon
and a total situation last night.
A girl caged by duty and goodness
devoted to someone, somehow loveless.

She’ll be around more and more often
By herself and less with boyfriend or husband
Every opportunity that is safe and looks prudent
Taken, critical sexual attention.

So often, as Sara was before last night
Too moral to cheat or misbehave, they
Hold their breath until instinct takes over
and they gasp into something overboard.

Look around at work and church, and
at the moms with the biggest hearts and smiles
Their eyes often document their wanting
Saying, “take me somewhere and fuck me!”

It’s sad to see, hard to fix their problem
They’re stuck with a lover who can’t or “won’t” them
And won’t with his touch and care describe
How precious and desirable she is to his life.

Sara was with us at the concert last night
Two girls plus her, two guys and no husband
He used the kids as his excuse, please
Sara responded by looking amazing.

We were packed tight for hours
Standing, drinking, sweating, zoning
Sara was in front of me, acting
Taking silent measures, grinding.

We all were squished and bumping parts
Sara moved and rubbed her ass on me,
In ways asses don’t do randomly.
She pushed tighter, honed her alignment.

She didn’t stop when I started growing.
Kept rubbing against me back and forth,
Nobody had a clue what was happening
She nestled relentlessly, I came.

Not a word or touch or evidence
Sara sinned loud with stealth body
Nobody knows but me and my dick
Now I’m buying two of every concert ticket.