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
Your body serenades me
like a million butterflies
flapping their wings in praise
My body responds
notes rising from the depths of me
and all I can see
is the light of your submission
(3rd Place winner – 2009 Seattle Erotic Art Festival)
pulse–
steady…
upon my bed
her rose in bloom
and what do you do with a
rose?
you…
inhale…
marvel at it’s
many folds…
gently brush your lips against it
teasingly…
teasingly…
pulse–
racing…
upon my bed
her fountain awaits
and how do you drink from
a fountain?
lips placed gently inside
to taste god’s sweet nectar
with
quivering tongue
slowly…
slowly…
pulse–
frantic…
upon my bed
her river overflows
and how do you ride
a river?
enter ever so gently…
stroke where the currents
flow…
deeper…
deeper…
pulse–
explodes…
