•May 31, 2013 • 1 Comment

Lying next to you

with a rolodex of lovers

beneath us


we become one more

tattered card

scribbled in indelible 

black ink


The Weight of Absence

•May 16, 2013 • 6 Comments

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


isn’t empty at all

just a quiet vantage point


to observe the infinite beauty

of the universe


& chart a more 

accurate course



Sunday Morning

•May 15, 2013 • 2 Comments


The silky soft
of your skin

The altar
of you hair

The goddess curve
of your hips

Got me speakin’

Liquid Dreams

•April 1, 2013 • 8 Comments

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



I strip naked

gently slide into the tub

behind you

and into your liquid dreams


•March 9, 2013 • 3 Comments

Tonight, you praise me

with the thunderous applause

of your thick brown thighs

Take What’s Yours…at Pink Litter.

•March 7, 2013 • Leave a Comment

The Sexy blog Pink Litter has just published a poem of mine, Take What’s Yours.


She said:

I want the vileness of your
no pretty words
just your smooth molded flesh
thrusted deep
into my darkness


Lines in the Sand (Day 3)

•February 13, 2013 • 7 Comments


Adrift in this vessel

No land in sight

My only hope of survival

Is to tame your stormy seas

Lines in the Sand (Day 2)

•December 27, 2012 • 5 Comments

Across your torso
I trace a continent
with my tongue

place my lips
to your warm

Across oceans
of light
and time
we dance
an ancient tribal

Lines in the Sand – Day 1

•December 14, 2012 • 4 Comments

Your kiss is like
monsoon rain
in a dry season

Twenty Stories and Counting

•December 10, 2012 • 4 Comments


Look at them

turning corners

opening doors

lighting up and carrying


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


Screaming for sweet


as we work our way


and higher

until there’s nowhere left

to go

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