Dream Girl

what do i do
when i can't stop dreaming of you?
visions of melting,
melding
together of skin
touching lips
kissing
muscles rippling
bodies smooth into each other
flashing images
of flashing eyes
and squeezing thighs
i feel and hear
sighs on my ear
and shudder like a fallen leaf
i feel your delicate fingers
caress my chest and abs
my heart sputters
a million miles a minute
i feel your soft hands
i see your soft eyes
i know it's not real
but im dizzy in ecstasy
so i tell my body it will be
and keep dreaming
half awake

Distanced and Featureless (Or The Man With No Face)

my craving for you is like a dull constant hum always there somewhere in the back of my mind irregardless of what im doing. and it doesn't take much for it to get louder. for it to rise like the buzz of a million bees and be all i think about. you want me to see with no eyes, hear with no ears, taste with no tongue, and touch with no hands. what passion has a faceless man with no senses? what destiny has he except to disappear and hope that no one recalls he was there? you want me to be half alive with my heart forever steady, my bpm never rising. you want me to ignore, reject, and disdain this man who's insane about you. you want my beast to vanish and be replaced by a docile creature that jumps at the slightest noise. you claim you want me but i feel unwanted, an intimate friend treated like a stranger.

Threesome

Let's have some fun wit the sum of one and two. you, you and me makes some kinda three.

ATM

im horny

im hungry

im ravenous

feed me bodies

or just One Body

but i need somebody

to need my body

i want a salutation

for my salute

my attention span

gets longer for a hand

or a mouth

or any other part

that's headed for my south

well not any

i could have plenty

if im being honest

but i want her Food

to feed my onyx

im feeling lewd

to the point of being crass

i don't just wanna feel

i want to grab your ass

until you squeal

i keep it real

to the point of vulgarity

so there is clarity

and not a dull

or fuzzy moment

in the place im goin

and you're knowin

exactly where my mind is

at the moment

Word Sex

of a certain mindset,
tryna get ya mind wet
n moist
gettin mind fucked by my noise
it's your choice
your decision
feel the warmth
that is within
a result of the almost occult
effect of my words
brrr yeah you shivered wit chills
narratophilia
as we talk of me feelin ya
up and down
and makin you make sounds
not loud ones
little gasps and short breaths
as i lick below ya breasts
in a half moon
making ya nipples bloom
full and standing
peeking seeking
the warm wet of my tongue
spring break
they just wanna have fun

Untitled

i want to communicate
physically
with no words
while we speak volumes
i seek to consume
your presence
and gobble it up
i want to crunch your allure
between my teeth
and savor the taste of your
heavenly aura
with my tongue
i want to breath your scent
with my lungs
and have it surround me
making me dizzy
with joy
with ecstasy
you move delectably
my eyes hunger for more
i want to
see everything
feel everything
touch
&
taste
everything
waitress,
sweet miss,
my sweetness
i want your all
n i know that's a tall order
but with only 3/4ths
i feel i only have a quarter
i want to give you my entirety
entirely all of me
but this trade must occur
simultaneously
at the same time
but im impatient
so here's mine
and ill take yours
when you're ready for it
i hope soon
so you
can end this night
of no moon

The Nature of Man (Or The Nature & Man)

a lonely tree
sews his roots deep
to protect against storms
winds
and other things
that endanger him
but what defense has he
against someone who
has come to hew
and maim?
a shiny pretty axe
seeking to see
the rings at his core
his bark can only stop so much
before it can't stop anymore
cold iron
swings through cold air
and nibbles his now naked skin
it's getting in
slowly
surely
despite his best efforts
he tries to stand steady and firm
but every little nip
makes him quiver and shake
and soon the nips and nibbles
hurt just a little more
either he's getting weaker or
the gentle pecks
have become bites
whittling away at his might
he feels her chipping away at his middle
meddling away in his insides
and his pride
it had weathered the weather
and all the elements
everything mother nature's hatred
could throw at him
and here was a simple tool
whittling away at his being
so it could see the middle
it was nearly done
this tree that was to axe
as man is to gun
one more swing
and the world is met with the echoing
of two clunks
the broken axe head
lands yards away
as the tree lands in a harder way
both broken
they should never have spoken
the touch of one
meaning death for two
the lumberjack walked away and looked back
"that was probably best for you."
but the trees leaves
never saw who he was talking to