fauna dreams of satyrs at play

20 Sunday Oct 2013

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art, dance, Fauna, Greek myth, homoerotic, masturbation, orgy, satyr

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lowland: prelude of things to come

01 Tuesday Oct 2013

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fingers sticky, hands, masturbation, poem, Poetry, small death, sonnet

I am in love with your hands, your fingers,
they have brought you more pleasure than I will
ever. Swift movements in the night where blur
and swish is called for, touch and stir, until
a coast of flesh, repeated broken beat
your chants, your prayers, bombastic solitude
when no one else would have you. Your discreet
pleasure, because it always is. Prelude
of things to come – like you. Show me your hands,
let me praise what you do effortlessly.
Grasped at length stroked, stroked – liquid gasp, your breath
in twos, threes, fours. Downs. Down in your lowlands,
where no one goes, I call that mystery.
Show me how you pray. Show me your small death.

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dreaming in spanish organge

24 Tuesday Sep 2013

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alone, art, daydream, masturbation, Spanish Organge

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night train to sodom

25 Sunday Aug 2013

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age difference, art, exhibitionist, masturbation, night train, purple sky, Sodom, voyeur

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the road to enlightenment has many paths

08 Monday Apr 2013

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art, enlightenment, masturbation, orgasm, prayer, sonnet

“… loveroot, silk thread, crotch and vine.”
— Walt Whitman

I’m not interested in who suffered more,
just those who mastered pain’s blood alphabet.
Trust joy. If what you long for is a door
that will lead you to love do not forget
that the door is here. What other purpose
could the orgasm have but to let me
talk to gods? At the moment of climax
when I leave behind ego and body
I call that act enlightenment – no hate,
attachment or pain – only bliss. Only
pilgrims working hard at their nightly prayers,
at blood’s loveroot. Don’t trust those who dictate
the path to wisdom. They are not holy
like you and all of your sticky fingers.

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go there, away

09 Wednesday Jan 2013

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masturbation, purple and blue, solo

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your witching spot

20 Tuesday Nov 2012

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floating, masturbation, ocean, sex magic

your witching spot

Yesterday
I salted
your mouth.
Today there is
a warm, briny
sea
between your legs
as you float,
soothed
by the kiss
of ripples
across
upturned nipples.
Your thatch
of hair a bed
of kelp.
Skinny dipping
near Santa Cruz,
the sea
shimmering
through you,
waves lapping
at your clit
just like I did.
And at each silk-
like stroke
you thrust
your ass up,
heave your hips
out of the water,
as if I were still
with you,
guiding
my tongue
to your witching
spot, as if
you were a sea witch
and all the ocean
your lover.