I see a magical/ tragical/ beautiful room Where the sun pursues the moon And expands into seas of reflection As light pursues shadows in candle lit contemplation
I exist/ at the solitary edges of your words… My attention I become/ someone enthralled by the curves… My imagination I am taken/ to another place another space… My impression I lose myself/ in the contour of your allure… My fascination
Your voice vibrates in the shell of my ear like secrecy Transforming my silence into revelations I withheld secretly In...
Baby you feel so good I want you to moan loudly So the whole world can know you are having a good time While drink from your golden nectar Damn baby it feels so good down there I going I'm deeper and deeper until you are in Orgasmic Bliss
Does not creation rejoice as our flesh becomes one? Should we not accept the pleasures of this tentative existence absent of shame?
The Great Spirits of Earth distill our souls into fragrant oils for touching. Let us celebrate the animal desires so often misplaced in favor of human decency. As evening falls, run naked with me toward the orange sun, wishing for one more hour of life.
In our few remaining days, we’ll not be judged by what we did but the things we left undone. And so my temporal love, let us leave nothing undone.