How romantic, How aromatic You are, when the flame bathes with you, When the flame searches for you Over the hollow Earth. You’ll lay, You’ll stretch With the rope wrapped about your hands For the miles you’ve sought to leave the day Behind, in a…
Dress yourself In the evening’s current, In that skin you use to crawl Up to my eyes. A pillar stands tall For your numb form. Let thunder race across, to bring you to life Once more, deep in my sight. Cover yourself In your own…
The outline to her risqué shape, conjures up in Alessio’s mind the image of lust, dangling on the edge of canyon cliffs. As though he were the coyote to find the scrap of flesh, unknowing of the trap to bring him high. He would fall…
As though the ground beneath my feetSaw itself fitTo open up, and spill forth the salivation,From a mouth,And from the longingThat had granted itself, openly.You knelt there, upon the surface of the soil,Upon the pavement,And breathed a smile into my hands.A little treat for your…
The taste upon your cold, althoughSweet lips,Is as comforting as the bite I makeUpon your smooth shoulder,When you unleash your sigh to this winter air.I have tasted death,As you have tasted life. Born into your womb, a light within the darkness,I have laid upon you,Seed…
In all I crave, I stand before shore and ship,At the lash of some sailor and his whip.At the command of God above, and pauper below,I am here to make a home in the loneliness of a tide,And there are memories in mind.And, in my…
Face me,Gracefully.Your stagnant aura, of many aromas,Puts me beneath you, in a dying dedication,For I’ve discovered it.You deserve it,You have earned it,A caress upon a wild and entitledBosom that shows a gloss.You were loved by many,Until the one who will shower you,With kiss upon kiss.…
A dance between two icons of slenderness,Has me whisper words full of tenderness. There is poetry in each fragment of gold,Upon the crown to your ivory scalp.I thwart the crudeness you’ve absorbedInto yourself.And, between two pillars of flame,Two folds remain,To hide a show of fireworks.…
Bequeath me, now, with open palms to the wind,Your beauty of forthcoming surmising,There is description in my voice,To what I hold,A breast for an infant,As I once was,With smallish lips like marble against a nipple of garnet,I am weak when I bend a knee,And hear…
Poem #1 Thy Pleasing Fetish Feel thy current calling,Between the motioning legs,Crawling upwards,To see the sun and its eyes,To hear the moon for its cries,Love has been the blessing,Though, lust has been the waveOf kisses for our mouths. I feel the smoothness, of fruit,Of orbs…
