Her vulva was like a nest the slit - moist and slick salivatingly shiny. Her belly moved up and down with her breath, heavy with effort. The pheromones in the air made the surrounding stamen thick and firm - bristled and sticky. Sticky with lubricant and oils, aching, she groaned softly as the stream of soft, pearly, eggs spit out of her slit - her folds opening like petals petals of an exotic floral being. The voyeuristi...

Nature stirs as snows doeth melt,All kissed awake by suns' warmth -- felt,What swells unseen, in dark-held berth,To mimic well, this warming earth, A favored bud might yield to coax,This promised rise that we have spoke,What hints in seasons fresh anew,Might finally gleam within your view, By snows so white, flow trickling run,Before your sight make same by strum,Upon the night when melt stalls firm,Tis yours the same, fo...

I come to you hungry for the view of your lines,Thirsting for every spring-ripening-scent of you.I come with a yearning for your perfection, your Awe,Awakened in your presence, I am vibrant, vigorous.Your ample succulent swales entrance me.I am you, here, and you me. We are one.Your accepting embrace nourishes my every cell.The holds could unfold forever, it would never be enough.You kiss my ears with your lyrical jewels...

I was attracted to him in high school but we never talked. Here I was eight years later, divorced from the man I thought I’d love forever and driving four hours to fuck the one I’d never had the chance to. It all started a few weeks ago. After months of mourning my divorce, I had finally started to rebuild my life. I created a new Facebook profile, one free of the memories and photos of my once happy marriage. I hadn’t th...

Nature's Warm Up (Foreplay): Winter's frozen mantle recedes from yonder cordillera flanksAs wildflower bud presses it's urgent release, not yet fulfilled,Life-in-lull, dreaming through dim-lit days, wrestle with soaked cloakFor light and life, humus purified, fertile for expectant emergence. Eager rise precedes hungry stem, stretching abundant after sleep,Fertile vessels feed the seep that plies stemmed arteriesGiving bir...

so much depends upona red lace brassierreon a bare torsoabove the white skirting.

And I rage for Tino Rangitiratanga How strange it is that I remember a line I read so very long ago. "Bees in Mykanos hum in a minor chord" And I am still here in this unsteady place of ebony water and bull kelp. From where I stand with spine to rope, I catch her in the act. Head tossed to a throaty warble- eyes closed- Undisturbed by silence or squall, undisturbed by the opposing sharp/flat cadences of weather. And she f...