Climax

Your skin,
soft as silk,
my fingers run up them so easily.

Your lips,
taste of sugar milk,
I am addicted the more I have.

Your neck,
tensed with anticipation,
lose your breath as I touch.

Your eyes,
anxious with downed inhibitions,
lost in you as I gaze into them.

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Your clothes come off so easily,
I am nervous and anxious uneasily.

Your skin taste of sugar cane,
I do my best to keep myself sane.

Your breasts are excited and erect,
I run my lips over them with no neglect.

Your long hair smells of the familiar,
I bury my face...so unfamiliar.

Your back curves as I run my hands down,
I slide my hands down and then around.

Your heart stops for moment as I touch,
I hear you gasp as you are wet so much.

Your back arches as I slide down,
I kiss your thighs and make you drown.

Your hands claw at what they can reach,
I keep steady as you are close to breach.

Your eyes roll back as your body tense,
I keep steady as you are in suspense.

Your body quivers and passion falls in,
I am enamored as you are relaxed finally within.

Walk

A cold winter's day,
the sunset is red with pain...

I'm left with nothing to say,
for my heart's been finally slain.

The sun hides behind a string of clouds,
the kind that look like forgotten old shrouds.

My breath fogs as it touches the cold air,
my heart is broken, it's so hard to inhale...

I did nothing but care,
I did nothing but love, alas to no avail.

Long black overcoat, hands in my pockets,
Collar turned up, eyes in sullen sockets.

I'm on a dirt road, brown and grey,
I'm out of warmth with nothing left to say.

It's all in slow motion, I want it this way,
for one last chance, to stop me this day.

I want you to follow,
I want you to stop me,
I want you to care,
I want you to want me,

I look over my shoulder, I'm walking away,
hoping that you'll say you want me to stay.

When Is It...

When she fails to call,
to make plans in Fall,

when she neglects to answer,
like a pretentious dancer,

when her emails are lackluster,
and sex talk makes her fluster,

when she doesn't make time,
and treats you more like a dime,

when she cancels plans,
so that she could clean her hands,

when she will only call,
when there's nothing to do at all,

when she responds to your SMS,
with only a no or yes,

it's time to move on.

I Remember...

I remember...

we walked through the Golden Gate park,
holding hands in the moonlit dark.

we biked along the beaches of the Pacific,
describable as utterly, simply terrific.

I remember...

we skiied the slopes of the Sierra slope,
then bathed together in bubbly soft soap.

we hiked up the switchbacks of Yosemite,
far away from the biggest, nearest city.

I remember...

we swam together in the Almaden lake,
once a year only on Spring's break.

we drove together along the California coast,
and made love under the bright stars unlike most.

I cried,

when you first told me you loved me,
and wouldn't be free without me.

when I asked for your hand for life,
and you said yes you would be my wife.

I cried,

when you gave us our first child,
I felt like a man when she first smiled.

when she grew up and became a woman,
only then did I feel like a true man.

I sobbed,

when you told me you loved me,
while I held your hand beside your bed.

I sobbed,

when the glimmer in your eyes dimmed away,
and I could do nothing to make you stay.

I sobbed,

when I kissed your lips for the last time,
because it was the end of your life's prime.

I died,

when I realized I had finally left you alone,
for it did not matter that I was on my own.

I died,

when I realized I couldn't let you be alone,
and let you go on being on your own.

I Am...

I'm praying,
that you can see,
why I am here.

I'm hurting,
it's been so long,
since I've touched you.

I'm thinking,
I am in love,
and I want you.

Ville The Mill

Ville-e Manile-e, keeps it going,
keeps that porn right on flowing,

I wonder where the man hangs,
cuz all I see is his fresh mustang.

I hear from Jackie he's pretty fresh,
just like some window's fine wire mesh.

He's always sending out superpokes,
but I never respond to them like some bloke.

He was off Monday now he's not,
hanging with us around the Penthouse parking lot.

Marry Barry

Barry Wong why so merry,
went to asia hoping to marry,

he came back empty-handed I wonder why,
perhaps his wish-list was as high as the sky.

Here's my advice to Barry that I'll hope he'll take,
buy her a fat dinner, especially t-bone steak,
that way they know, you've got money, not like a fake.

Now he's at work as lazy as can be,
coming in at work at ten thirty-three.