I remember sitting alone
in an empty apartment
listening to Sade’s
Haunt Me
Thinking of no one
in particular
just the weight
of absence
how the empty space between
stars
isn’t empty at all
just a quiet vantage point
to observe the infinite beauty
of the universe
& chart a more
accurate course
The silky soft
Sermon
of your skin
The altar
of you hair
The goddess curve
of your hips
Got me speakin’
in
Tongues
What erotic thoughts
dance beneath your ebony mane
as you lie naked
in the tub
head back
feet propped against the wall
faucet unleashing a torrent
of liquid dreams
against your clit
are you remembering
The doorman who’s smile
lingered just a second longer
than the day before
that feeling
of his eyes on your ass
even up until the time
the elevator doors closed
Or is it
the young taxi driver
who knows the city by heart
but took the long way
to your apartment
his eyes watching you
from the rear view mirror
Are you imagining him
pulling into a dark alley
climbing into the back seat
forcing his cock
between those perfectly
glossed lips?
I watch you
from a half opened
bathroom door
my dick throbbing
at the fantasies
I imagine you
imagining
slowly
I strip naked
gently slide into the tub
behind you
and into your liquid dreams
Tonight, you praise me
with the thunderous applause
of your thick brown thighs
The Sexy blog Pink Litter has just published a poem of mine, Take What’s Yours.
Excerpt:
She said:
I want the vileness of your
tongue–
no pretty words
just your smooth molded flesh
thrusted deep
into my darkness
Adrift in this vessel
No land in sight
My only hope of survival
Is to tame your stormy seas
Across your torso
I trace a continent
with my tongue
place my lips
to your warm
earth
Across oceans
of light
and time
we dance
an ancient tribal
dance
Your kiss is like
monsoon rain
in a dry season
Look at them
turning corners
opening doors
lighting up and carrying
on
as if it all means something––
Anything. Any
of you–
just one of you,
look up
see the true face
of God
Her ass
pressed against the window
pane
Screaming for sweet
release
as we work our way
higher
and higher
until there’s nowhere left
to go
She said:
Tonight
I want you
deep inside me
but please
don’t take it
as literal
as it sounds
I need to feel you
in a place that
your dick––
on it’s best,
gold medal
triathlon winning
day––
cannot reach.
I need
every part of you
to fuck me wet
and long
tenderly
violently
and tenderly
again
Tonight,
I need your hands
your eyes
your voice
to open me
wide, like the prairie
outside the car window
Under a clear night sky
