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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Just Come Here

Cannot remember who was more wrong
Who started it first, do you even know?

Can you hear me calling – screaming
Every minute is a day – a day like forever

Come here before I die thirsting
My soul is in half – My love Come here.

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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.

Chuck

(what the dick you let into me did to me)

I love you man you’re a horny Fuck
I married you eight years ago
You let a friend put his dick in me
So you could watch and get off.

I was content with having no other
You compared with the best I’d had
We were fine with what you’ve got
Big enough for what I sought.

I knew it was risky fucking your friend
But we both wanted to spice things up
You said it would be crazy hot to see
Promised no issues with jealousy

So easy would it have been to pass
Our sex was basically problem free
You had to see another bowl in your lane
He bowled all strikes like a champion.

Its not my fault that your friend was huge
And his dick stayed hard for so damn long
Blowing thrice playing me an hour non-stop
He made me come so hard I lost my tongue.

If you wanted to see less
You might have checked first
That he didn’t fuck like a God
Nor have a cock from heaven.

You probably didn’t think it through
And told me you wanted me to enjoy
Said you’d get off if the friend made me come
You’d stroke off a load and all would be done.

I said no thanks, I’d feel like a whore
It’s you and not your friend I adore
What if one time just wasn’t enough
Who next would you be having me fuck?

But you begged and pleaded and wanted it so
We’d fuck once, you’d come – end of the show.
You said you could handle seeing us fuck
And not end up hurt or jealous of Chuck.

Chuck was safe and attractive enough
What the hell, what harm could it do
I wanted to please you and bring you to life
So I agreed to do it and be a good wife.

We should have had rules or contingency plans
And learned much more about this friend of yours
Had we only known chuck would bring what he brought
Would have known we would lose to the game that he’s got.

By the look on your face when he started to grow
I knew you hadn’t planned for a donkey show
Did it also surprise you he could last for so long
or that so much cum came out of his dong?

Was it how hard I came or that it didn’t take long
or that I came more than once that bothered you
Maybe my moans turned this engagement so sour
You came right away and we came for an hour?

Did you want me to tell you I was faking it?
You must know I wish you could fuck like him
Why didn’t you say stop if it bothered you
Once he got me off you and I were through.

Lady Christ My Territory

Lady Christ
Look intently but soft
Your vision is floating
She is alive in there.

Painted invitations
Like sheets over ghosts
Light up the divine in you,
Will anyone come see?

First Since Da Vinci
Miracles made  Visible
Divinity Impressed
The rest of reality

Can you see the world in there?

Can you see the world in there?

Without Sleep Nightmares Come to Life

Looking in mirror the other day –
Relieved my hair wasn’t bald or Grey
Like my dream, or
Nightmare, last night.

In my reflection for a while
I think about the nightmare –
the past couple years –
Figure out what was left.

The events that did this damage.
Nightmares I never thought would come,
Outside of a night’s terror here and there,
They came and they came – and come.

Last night, sleep absorbed
the yin version of my hair check,
Left only safe, positive
Yang outcomes for awaking.

I haven’t slept much through
this term of living horrors.
Had I awake absorbed both –
the yin and yang of living?

I walk outside,
See a big dead black bird
Right outside the door – stiff
on its back with claws straight up.

Wondering if now the bird
Sleeps away all the negative –
No pain left to live through –
Finally, dreamed it all away.

Or, will it only be nightmares
Here on out for this Fowl
Without the relief of waking up
to another chance, a better outcome?

If he now has nightmares,
I worry He’ll never awake –
Know that they aren’t real.
Will nightmares  never end?