In that empty place
Of built up frustration
In that barren space
Outwith of knowing how
On that rock face
Almost of desperation
On that crippling chase
Outwith of knowing how
With that last race
Caught up in complication
Returning then to base
Outwith of knowing how
Sunday, 11 November 2018
Saturday, 10 November 2018
Prep
No reason to undo the buttons
No cause to unzip the flies
Except the change of weather
Leads to bodies laid
Expectantly, close there besides
No need to kiss the nubile lips
Don’t close the servile eyes
Except that this balmy weather
Carries summer’s sexy surprise
No desire to read your mind
No denials to deny your cries
Exploit the fair fair weather
With the sexuality
Of those heavily loaded sighs
No cause to unzip the flies
Except the change of weather
Leads to bodies laid
Expectantly, close there besides
No need to kiss the nubile lips
Don’t close the servile eyes
Except that this balmy weather
Carries summer’s sexy surprise
No desire to read your mind
No denials to deny your cries
Exploit the fair fair weather
With the sexuality
Of those heavily loaded sighs
Friday, 9 November 2018
Manhood
I let the sultry, muggy day
Play all over my body, and mind
Such kindness roaming within
I ask her to fondle my skin
Yes, you, my humid weather
All sweating on our skin together
Wearing such sexuality forever
I ask you to be, my firmer tether
Wherever you lead I will follow
Hopes and dreams ready to lose
Serendipity of luscious thought
Made ready in my time to prove
Play all over my body, and mind
Such kindness roaming within
I ask her to fondle my skin
Yes, you, my humid weather
All sweating on our skin together
Wearing such sexuality forever
I ask you to be, my firmer tether
Wherever you lead I will follow
Hopes and dreams ready to lose
Serendipity of luscious thought
Made ready in my time to prove
Thursday, 8 November 2018
Close
The wind rises
As thoughts of thighs settle
The wonder of the prizes
With luck I’ll be on my mettle
The wind rises
Storms return to the east
The hangover of lust despises
Torments of the panting beast
The wind rises
As also does the sap
The mid-life crisis curiously assizes
That now we are on the final lap
As thoughts of thighs settle
The wonder of the prizes
With luck I’ll be on my mettle
The wind rises
Storms return to the east
The hangover of lust despises
Torments of the panting beast
The wind rises
As also does the sap
The mid-life crisis curiously assizes
That now we are on the final lap
Wednesday, 7 November 2018
Crass
You are as I always am
You are as I always will be
I cannot say those long lost words
I am not here to simplify the mystery
I am as you always saw me
As you always thought me to be
I cannot fend off the new sadness
Unable to forget past games you see
You, and I, and we, together
We together, you, and I, to be
I cannot fall any farther, or further
Unable to gather-in a false sincerity
You are as I always will be
I cannot say those long lost words
I am not here to simplify the mystery
I am as you always saw me
As you always thought me to be
I cannot fend off the new sadness
Unable to forget past games you see
You, and I, and we, together
We together, you, and I, to be
I cannot fall any farther, or further
Unable to gather-in a false sincerity
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