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Showing posts with label lust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lust. Show all posts

Saturday, May 17, 2008

I knows

The animal hunger of lust
where egos and hearts must
either join together
in a snarled and sweaty froth
or run from one another
like a post, windstorm, and cloth

One must not fool with mother nature!
It needs more.. but it is a start

Friday, December 02, 2005

Bouncing off Trans

The verticle smile calls us with a siren song of pleasure. The sea we sail as men is not so wonderful, a life of puffed out chests cock of the walk egotistical crap is not totally fulfilling so when we answer those silky folds it rarely goes perfectly swimmingly as we are easily led by the thought of what we think we hear.

Isn't love great
it opens
it closes
and leaves
hearts
awake
sometimes wounded
oft times freed
the power
of sensation
fire, ice, and bleed

Sunday, October 16, 2005

I remember

  • I remember the smell of summer air, heavy with the rain, noticed just in time to run for cover. Tennessee thunderstorms made me so high.

  • I remember I would run outside without a shirt with my hairless adolescent chest soaking wet and puffed out as lightning and thuder crashed and flashed around me.

  • I remember I felt like I was a god.

  • I remember the summer storms of lust, lust so strong I would cum if I moved right/wrong.

  • I remember doing so, often.

  • I remember the sound of hounds barking in the distance, one of my neighbors treeing a racoon.

  • I remember catfish from the Cumberland River.

  • I remember my Mom saying "you want to eat that fish then skin it yourself."

  • I remember how timeless it felt, no thought of any-time but it's own lost "now."

  • I remember when I lost that feeling of timelessness, it was when I joined the service.

  • I remember that it was after my last plea to be rescued by my parents from basic training.

  • I remember I cried for about five minutes and stopped.

  • I remember I went in to the PX bought a six pack of beer, drank it, and walked back to the barracks.

  • I dont remember crying so freely ever since.

  • I remember that I was more than human once, I was young, innocent, and immortal. I go back to that summer place by walking the streets my heart's intense city and when I get there I play for an hour or two.