Poetry
PoetryThe joy of living flowing from pen to paper,Feelings of happiness coursing through his veins.There is a genius in poetry, by saying very little,Later meaning and emotion come leaping into mind, imagery.Words on paper sometimes concealing true meaning.His pen a sculptures chisel carving beauty for the air.Breathing life and living into ......
Written on 02/10/2008

Droplet's Caress
Today I will be the droplet thatfrom the tall one of your shower will fall among your perfumedhair, it will caress your sweet face, it will graze yoursensual neck, to gently continue among your winding breasts,to slip among your legs until to come to go off and to uniteto the other ......
Written on 04/10/2008

After Sex
after the long hours of exhaustion from Blissfull sexwe descend from the clouds Our bodies still shuddering against each other with softmoans of satisfactionOur fingers laced together as the aftermath of our sexlingers in the airour eyes searching each other souls hoping to reunitein a mental Orgasmwe nibble at each others ......
Written on 04/10/2008

From Across Fields
I hear the jangle of the gearbeing thrown to the parlor floorthe dusty clomp of bootsthat echo up the stairsswing of the polished bedroom doorto find me ready thereI feel the tingle through my bodyhands that raise me slightlymuscled arms surround me gentlythe warmth of a body drawn to my ownI ......
Written on 04/10/2008

Plastic Sucks
I miss big brown paper I miss it so much.It had so much honesty so warm to the touch.Now when I buy shit it rolls all around.Just yesterday morning my beer hit the ground.Just when I thought that it couldn't get worse.I came home tonight and I knew I was cursed.There ......
Written on 04/10/2008