In Other Words


In other words…

We have traveled many roads together
a roadmap of our design tracing earth’s curves
as I trace hers with my touch
along the way picking up parcels of life…
reminders of where we have been, things we have done
and as I reflect
I recall mountains climbed and colors seen
our life taking on the wondrous landscape

With every touch she brings me further back to life
and like the great oak I find
my love for her anchors more deeply…
we are one…
time apart passes like cold molasses through an hour glass as
anticipation grows for our reunion
rituals we have made
sharing ourselves and our time
port shared mouth to mouth, sleeping skin to skin…
she is now a part of me
her voice, her presence, her touch
my salvation
as thoughts of her turn to smiles
and I realize my dreams are a reflection of my life
a life made better.

My cup of life always full
warmth, happiness, comfort, pleasure, love
my life now complete
a long road traveled with many stops along the way
we have walked many miles together
and when we can walk no more
we will sit, and marvel at all we have done…
the autumn of our lives
rich with color.

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The Things We Do


Actions always speak louder than words
all leaving messages
from the flagrant to the finite
from the rough to the gentle
careful we must be when
speaking with our actions.

There is a time when our actions
are thought out and deliberate
leaving little room for misunderstanding…
a show of feelings and emotions.

Searching…
to find those electrodes
setting of uncontrollable pulses
leaving nothing to chance
with intent to please our partners
a show of love and closeness…

The things we do.

John Wayne’s Bobbit


A little something from ’93. A little off-color.
Sung to the “Beverly Hillbillies”

Come and listen to my story
‘bout John Wayne Bobbit
a little ex-marine
with a really nasty habit

He’d abuse all his women
with punches and with rape
when his hand wouldn’t work
he just had to fornicate

Screw that is, jump bones, damn hormones.

Well Lorena said to Johnny
you can’t do that any more
so Johnny boinked her one more time
and threw her out the door

Then he went to sleep
and left his wiener unprotected
Lorena figured no more rape
if Winston was de-neckted

From the body weaned, guillotined.

She opened up the back door
in the kitchen she did sneak
she grabbed a nine inch bowie knife
in the bedroom she did peak

Johnny was a layin’ there
his lizard out in view
Lorena had no second thoughts
she knew what she had to do

One quick slice… very nice.

With his Member in her left hand
and the Bowie in her right
she tugged on Johnny’s Johnson
and beheld an eerie sight

With one quick swipe from Bowie
the evil critter went a flyin’
and Johnny Boy was left there
grabbin’ Stumpy and a crying’

Overnight transvestite.

Well Lorena took the Wiggler
and down the street she did go
cops, paramedics and firemen
were searchin’ for it high and low

They found it in the bushes
and they packed it up in ice
they brought it to the ER
with old John to reunite

Reattach, home at last.

Well the moral to this story
is easy to comprehend
if you mistreat your life partner
She’ll get even in the end

For the doctor sewed and stitched
but found he’d done the job all wrong
for when Johnny gets excited
it don’t go up, it goes straight down.

My Life


Like water bubbling endlessly
from a mountain spring
memories of my life
always present
remind me of all I have done
both good and bad…
my cup is always full.

And I drink from the well
keeping memories fresh
that I can always remember.

Sometimes, such a sweet taste
fills me…
and I want to keep that taste of life
fresh and vibrant…
so filling and renewing…

Thank you Pat
for giving me
such a wonderful taste of life.
And I will drink this memory
and remember how you have touched
My life.

Completed


A smile comes over me
as I recall the night before…
two bodies as one
intermingled
bringing warmth and happiness
comfort and pleasure.

In hours previous
her hands applied
lovingly
as she washed me…
so pleasing to me.

Hugs and kisses
filled day and night
each one showing
feelings and emotions
we cannot hide…
we become stronger.

Her time to depart
two days with her
to bring a week’s worth of smiles
as I look ahead
and know
this bond cannot be broken…

She completes me.

Why


Nudes in Wiesbaden, Germany

Nudes in Wiesbaden, Germany (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She asks me why I love her
and what I see in her
and I smile;
such riches in one
is a rare thing.

If I could build a woman,
a partner to be
complete in all things important
I would love her
for she would be my living dream.

A mind
filled with knowledge
with skill to engage
in meaningful conversation.
Open, honest, and sincere;
such fertile ground on which to grow.
Serious and funny balance each other.
With many interests
both large and small things pleasing.
Family ties not to be broken;
blood, as important as air and water.
Face, hair, and body
so perfect to me.
It is my dream in living flesh.

This dream is not new
and I have tried to fit
women into this pre-cast mold;
but when the excitement of newness
fell by the wayside
the dream remained unfilled…
there is an emptiness in me.

But she has lived for many years
in my most inner sanctums;
a pourage of heart, emotion, and feelings
seasoned by all things important…
a feast of mind and body
feeding mind and body.
How can I not love her?

Ecstasy


From The Center Of Our Intimacy

She lay before me
exquisite in every detail.
My senses overwhelmed;
sight, smell, and touch
excite me.
I rush to taste the bounty
of her lips
and our tongues dance.

The sweetness of her neck
and smell of her skin
only serve to
deepen my hunger,
and I feel a passion
grow deep inside me.
I pray this is not a dream,
and I know how lucky I am
to be here with her.

Woman series #9

Woman series #9 (Photo credit: dhammza)

Her breasts are soft to the touch
and her nipples ample
as they take turns
adding fuel to my fire
pleasing my lips and tongue.
The softness and warmth
of her skin against mine;
I am intoxicated
wanting more.

I cannot stop
my desire to consume her.
I find her belly
to be soft
with a hint of salt,
her sweat
so sweet to the taste
compel me to continue on;
my hunger for her grows.

My lips find hers
and again my tongue dances;
so intimate and personal…
her pleasure my only thought.
I am fulfilled.
I am so blessed
to have something so beautiful
lay before me.
I am at peace.