April The Joy of reading and writing poetry

I want to lick you up and down
Play with your body
Like it is my personal ground

I want to explore your body like a GPS
My love is the best
Caressing your body
As it thrive in heat
Eating you until you fall asleep

Going  up and down on my slide
As I enter your abyss
Take a dive into your deep blue sea
At the bottom of your ocean floor
You are my sex drug
I am addicted to you

Getting me high off your weed
Side effects wanting me to eat my meal
You sucking me as I eat you 69
On my seesaw trying to balance it out
Make you have faith in me no doubt

as we ease off into the night
gracing stars, shining bright,
this evening seems so damn right,
months together, still feels like first bite!!

“let’s roll up a joint babe!”, she says
sex, its the best, after a long drag,
she is smiling high, on my bed she lays,
her sun dress, getting crumpled like a rag!

oh what a beauty, dark skin toned cutie,
laying on my bed, getting down low and nasty,
grinning ear to ear, her lustful mind is so cheeky,
god damn high! its time for her to be, rightfully slutty!!

get your ass on this chair babe!
spread your legs wide, there’s nothing to hide,
lift your dress up a little, show me your cute lil’ panties,
tonight’s the night, you get to be a cute lil’ tease!!!

spread eagled, I sense that she is dripping,
the patch on her black underwear, brightly glistening,
“baby, you know the word,” don’t be shy asking,
“damn you baby, please!!” she says as I touching!

inhibitions disappears as endorphins flows,
the arousing spark from her eyes, simply glows,
this adventurous side of her, only god knows,
ecstasy overloads as our mind fucking blows!!

a glorious evening of love making,
instinctively our bodies starts fucking,
add to that all the heavy handed petting,
and the cherry on top, it was the pussy licking!!

the night goes on, and she moans and moans
heightened sensations, she groans and groans
with the right strokes, releasing deepening tones,
“Fuck me deep baby!,” buckling into her pelvic bones

memories are a fresh as it can be,
romantic and true, as the honey honeybees
it took a passionate night as this for me to wake up and see
a dark beauty, she is damn sexy as one can sexily be!

oh I’m so lonely!
need a dose of ecstasy,
for my fantasy,

a man’s substitute,
he ain’t but my prostitute,
just interlude,

he’s strong and steady
even when I’m not horny,
teases my fanny,

he’s pink and sturdy
exciting vibing beauty,
true discovery!!

“oh my sweet baby
watcha doin to me, baby?
I need you too much!!”

“need that soft touch,”
subtlety electrifying,
that shock! what a rush!

I’m coming undone,
a quick romp and I’m so done!
minute carnal fun!

Oh My! How Groovy
he’s here to make me happy,
yeah! quick and nippy!

oh low and behold
orgasmic, saying hello!
oh well, it’s Lelo!!!

  
 
   
my forehead  
has a bright red  
palm mark  
in the center;  
not bruised  
it's there  
for the long haul  
   
thoughts flying    
like a mental    
soap-opera  
on 64 inches  
of rich, pure, plasma  
   
sometimes  
joy is found    
in unforeseen things  
like when  
unexpected  
people  
leave you  
   
inspired!  
   
sitting in the same room  
of familiar  
voices    
with accents    
we've never heard  
-realizing  
we yearn for  
the same people,  
places, and things  
we don't know
 
-though we do  
   
   
   
   
   
   
 

 
 
I cut the bathroom up  
with a nine inch  
Angle Grinder  
cut the parts of it  
into small pieces  
-A huge pile of rubble  
 
I had a reason  
it was my own reason  
the pipe in the wall  
was leaking  
I cut a hole in the wall  
repaired the old pipe  
added the parts of the wall  
to the huge pile of rubble  
 
The wife asked why?  
Why did you cut the bathroom up  
into small pieces?  
Why is there a huge pile of rubble?  
 
I cut the bathroom up  
for my own reasons  
and I intend to hire  
a truck and dump the rubble
I replied
 
She asked  
when?
I replied soon!  
 
She said she liked the idea of  
a new bathroom but  
then she reminded me  
 
I cut up the bathroom  
with a nine inch Angle Grinder  
three years ago  
and today is Sunday  
 
 

      
     
     
downstairs      
a pot is boiling      
it's steam      
The kitchen tiles      
cry tears      
down gray porcelain  
draining the      
life out of the morning air      
     
the stairs creak      
Something I've been meaning      
to fix      
though I do see the poetic      
in announcing      
my arrival ahead      
of time      
as water rolls in hot      
burning oxygen      
I add two      
handfuls of pasta      
to the pot      
watching the rolling      
     
the news is on the radio      
-fuel price up      
-taxes up  
-another child lost      
     
look at the boiling pot      
switch the radio off         
just far to much    
hot steam      
in our world      
     
     
 

          
        
         
Face to barrel of her 9mm pistol          
He started to ramble rolling rhetoric          
The heart chanting mantras of...          
         
"May we not aim to change the men          
Let us kill, to save the men          
         
Charges are hereby dropped          
you are assigned to full duty immediately          
- the task is this...        
Leave the streets with one less dead-body            
we do or we die, and that's the life!              
-Thank you for taking the time on me."      
         
The essence of his life was sold          
in the reflection of her Ray Bans          
- the silver watch strap on her arm          
yet he still sees his encore in          
the shiny brass shell          
         
As her majestic voice echoes        
"Go to fucking hell"          
         
         
         
 

              
                       
I'm leaving tomorrow              
herewith thoughts for you              
to borrow              
             
she's six          
-your daughter              
while visiting she sang "happy birthday"              
as you couldn't sing to her              
she mentioned              
a bully at school          
he sounds like a tool              
think you should look into that              
Apparently              
he broke a bracelet you gave her              
she was distraught            
at what your reaction would be              
Told her              
"daddy understands"              
-hope you don't mind              
seeing              
you couldn't do it              
I felt one less pressure on her      
may              
     -well may              
                be the difference in sleep              
             
Your wife mentioned your anniversary              
it was Monday              
-brought chocolate              
the nurses moved it        
they say nuts are      
a dietary problem              
I suggested they don't tell her              
so that you can relate  
how you enjoyed them              
What a blessing to be married      
19 years and four days        
             
Oh!  
The mumbles heard in the early hours        
-your son              
I believe its some time since you spoke              
he sat here        
after midnight      
most nights      
reciting a letter        
he's written for you              
-I suggest              
mentioning you've heard it              
but would love to hear it again             
             
I hope this protects you              
more effectively than      
the disinfectant on your arms              
where drip holes once gouged            
or taps in our chests    
pumping chemicals did
This ward is small              
your bed, against the wall           
             
just to say, if I may              
while fighting to read this letter today              
God, you have an amazing crew              
its no wonder you held through              
             
             
 

  

That  
     Fucking    
           Word  
   
"Masculinity"  
   
rides through tongue  
like a Kawi*  
throttling  
bend 16  
-Ingwe  
in a final lap  
Slides as a oil-spill  
during change  
over leathers  
soakng  
jeans  
leaving    
the black  
to live forever  
in denim dreams  
   
While the skin  
tanned  
olive    
is shaded  
in grease  
that fills  
pores  
settling  
in crease-marks  
like tattoos  
of hardships  
and jail cells  
   
When the trench  
was filled  
building  
a fucking city    
for humanity    
in the dusk  
left    
by riders  
who built    
nothing more  
than a  
thunder-storm  
   
Then you come along  
stubborn    
as fuck  
full of sass  
wearing    
hell  
in an aftermath  
saying  
"I trust you"  
and  
   
it's  
   
gone  
   
           That    
     Fucking  
Word  
   
      "Masculinity"