Tag Archives: cum

until the clay cums

14 Tuesday Feb 2012

Posted by in Erotic, Poetry, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on until the clay cums

Tags

, , , ,

Let me draw down the moon, unless she wants
to be left alone. It’s why we share our
first names and respect. Lady Macbeth haunts
all those who think that she and the flower
can still be sold – which of us has not gripped
a knife? pressed it against the fleshy bits
of our bellies? Out, out, damned spot. Horsewhipped
until the clay cums. There’s more than cocks, tits
and cum in this breathing life. I consort
with the long dead. What hangs between their thighs
has long confirmed their worth. ‘Le petite mort’
ruptures when my guts give forth. Samurai’s
cold steel piercing me. All my happiness
comes down to this: strife, sex and cannabis.

together like geysers

10 Friday Feb 2012

Posted by in Erotic, Poetry, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on together like geysers

Tags

, , , , , , ,

“I love myself when I am laughing … and then again
when I’m looking mean and impressive.”
— Zora Neale Hurston

Slow, slow, all gooseflesh your cunt, I keep time
with your boisterous brassier, tongue tricking,
slower, O yes, panting, our gentle crime
of bed springs. Listen to sloppy sucking
that our adultery bears. Sappho sang
about cuckolding delights, but all we
need is a touch of the herb, your gangbang
porn and hours of fucking. You know sissy
boys know best. Let cum fall in showers, snow
upon your hills, drop, drop, drop, drop, nature’s
passion is now ours. I love your afro;
the way we cum together like geysers.
If life isn’t about cum and foreplay,
at least we can pretend during the day.

tua voraz depravação

23 Saturday Jul 2011

Posted by in Erotic, Poetry, Translation

≈ Comments Off on tua voraz depravação

Tags

, , , ,

Você quer me possuir?

Para me conquistar?

O que você faria? Eu opto

pelo devaneio de teus dor.

Por tua agonia diária, tua

insaciável fome. Nossa infidelidade

lasciva e despreocupada. Dor

endurecido. Dor umedecido.

Sinto o cheiro do meu esporra

no você. Esta homenagem

ao tua voraz depravação.

In English:

You want to own me? To conquer me? What would you do? I opt for daydreaming of your pain. For your daily agony, your insatiable hunger. Our lewd and casual infidelity. Pain hardened. Pain moistened. I smell my cum in you. This tribute to your ravenous depravity.

minha minotauro

22 Wednesday Jun 2011

Posted by in Erotic, Poetry, Translation

≈ Comments Off on minha minotauro

Tags

, , , , , , ,

Horas profundas,

lentas e beijos

sensuais ardentes.

Noites quentes e ela

está nua diante de mim.

Acima dos quadris, ela

foi Afrodita — de repente

— ao ver abaulamento

calcinhas, sua enorme

colhões e viril caralho.

Ela é minha Minotauro

e desejo urgente:

esporra no meu rosto.

Translation:

Hours deep, slow and sensual kisses burning. Warm nights and she is naked before me. Above the hips, she was Aphrodite — suddenly — see the bulging briefs, the huge balls, the manly cock. It is my urgent desire and Minotaur: cum on my face.

cum, pot, kisses

24 Tuesday Aug 2010

Posted by in Erotic, Poetry, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on cum, pot, kisses

Tags

, , , , ,

Midday glare through shafts of sunlight your ass
rising and falling sex in a summer
field sweat blends with tiger lilies and grass
clinging to our backs clouds of birds cover
us and long shadows of oak trees cross our
naked bodies. Later sleep in the haze.
It will rain soon. You wake slowly an hour
or so I’m still deep inside you. Fuck-haze
of cum, pot, kisses. Back home the ceiling
leaks. Is that water or cum in your hair?
You smile. It is more than just sweat dripping
down your chin peal necklace. It’s our affair.
You are married. You are my temptation.
I’m in love with you. I’m your seduction.

come quicker

28 Friday May 2010

Posted by in Erotic, Poetry, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on come quicker

Tags

, , ,

Come. Come quicker. All in one exhale. All
in the space of a breathe. So much time with
nothing but hunger. I’m a willow, tall
and lean, but without roots. Without the myth
of roots. Come. Come quickly. I will wait, sprawl
on the bed, drunk with new hunger for you.
Drunk with risk and possibilities, all
that makes life worth the pain. I want some new
risks; give me danger. Come now. Come with speed.
Come with a shout, a whimper. Come with greed,
with want, come to me to feed your loathsome
passions, each rotten wish. Come bare, honeyed,
brilliant. Come in joy, in rage, in frenzied
need, in ecstasy. Come, love. Please, just come.

my mother said to get things done

25 Tuesday May 2010

Posted by in Erotic, Poetry, sonnet

≈ Comments Off on my mother said to get things done

Tags

, , , ,

Draw up your legs, gypsy girl. Throw me down.
Give me the hairy eyeball. Witchy-weird
thrashed flaxen. Red freaked hair flew in the wind.
We scythe her hackled, reaped curly-down thatch.
Delight had gone wraithen. Within her snatch
worlds formed, thundered smack surf. Her hair unpinned
biting lip, strung out in heaven’s high, smeared
under Mother Hubbard’s mud-stained nightgown.
 
My mother said — Bukkake — to get things
done – no! My mother said that I never
should play with gypsies in the wood. Fog clings
to her thighs. Cum and flotsam. My mother
said cum and flotsam — said cum and flotsam —
said cum — my mother said flotsam — and cum.