My Drunken Compositions
Wenn das kind was das kind..
Sexy
Lips, hips, thighs..
Boyshorts by Victoria
Fuck me eyes
A little junk in the trunk, mmmm.. back that ass up
"Sexy" is a look .. a vibe
Across my lap, oh .. what a tease
Good girl
"Si, Papi.. spank me, please"
A little sweat between us, swallowing each other whole
"Sexy" is my Muse.. my soul-bride
Heat Wave
I can see you in your apartment..
Light dress, no panties. Sweat dripping down..
Hair a mess. Fan blowing.
Head back on the couch. Legs spread..
Ice cube in my mouth .. against your thighs.
Against your clit..
Against your lips..
My tongue, cooling you down..
Your legs, over my shoulders .. squeezing.
Rambling.. saying something of Tennessee Williams.
Crying out..
Yum
Pinball Girl
Shot from the hip
bouncing up and down
always on the ball
high on extra points
smile for me
open wide
let me feed you my 25 cents
my thoughts.. my advice.. my hot, sticky
gum .. beneath you, cum.. beneath me
feel me, feeling you
banging your cherry bumper
Tilt. Game over.
Tremble
I close my eyes to see you hovering above me
your lips, like liquid candy against my breath
I need to taste the fragrant sapidity..
the savory Siren of your kiss..
I will inhale you..
moonbeams and all
light me up..
wrap your soul 'round my mine..
I close my eyes to see you trembling..
come tremble with me now..
Solitude
Midnight dwells in the abandoned soul
asphyxiated - by the frozen abstraction
of solitude.
Amid this .. wreckage
of memories past
my spirit
bleeds...
trembling and stumbling
into the whiteout abyss
Hunger
Falling apart...
this tender, succulent dish
a savage feast...
playing with the senses
hot juices dripping down my chin
drowning in the sinful flesh
sucked in by the flavor...
my soul .. driven by hunger
feeding time is NOW!
I rip at the fabric of time,
licking the remnants...
drenched in the aftermath...
my tongue drunk in a sensory downpour...
my body sustained like a wave reborn...
dinner served...
Delicious
"How do I look?", she asks
not knowing
we are lost in her breath
mere shadows
whispers of names
a chorus of admiration
"How do I look?", she asks
not realizing
the dormant tempest
swirling within
swallowing whole
the unbridled cupidity of man
"How do I look?", she asks
not sensing
the sun in her skin
the unchained echoes
spellbound, in reply
"delicious"
The Girl on the Plane
Against the wave of blue descent
islands of painted kisses lie exposed to the see
long branches of ivory - deeply rooted
disappear under a veil of secrecy
The dark velvet embrace...
the sun-drenched hills, shadowed in sandstorm
all roads leading to shore
the fragile earth, so pale and pure
oblivious to this morning's solitary trespass
