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 CommentsI 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
Sunday Morning
•May 15, 2013 • 2 Comments
The silky soft
Sermon
of your skin
The altar
of you hair
The goddess curve
of your hips
Got me speakin’
in
Tongues
Liquid Dreams
•April 1, 2013 • 8 CommentsWhat 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
Haiku
•March 9, 2013 • 3 CommentsTonight, you praise me
with the thunderous applause
of your thick brown thighs
Take What’s Yours…at Pink Litter.
•March 7, 2013 • Leave a CommentThe 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
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 CommentsAcross 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
Lines in the Sand – Day 1
•December 14, 2012 • 4 CommentsYour 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
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
Black Satin 