Tuesday, December 31, 2013

For Ayla

We are sent
A tide each day
It washes in 
It takes away
There is an end 
To every start
You can hold the love
But not the heart

Life is carried by
A Summer breeze
To which we all
Must be released
Life is fragile
Light and fine
Let it float away
Like dandelion ...

Love is not 
A prisoner of time

1/1/2014


Saturday, December 28, 2013

Japanese Silk Rope

Bound by gentleness
Wrists wrapped and tied
Arms lift willingly 
Inviting the knot
Expertly applied

Plants in the bathtub
Lush, green and wet
Rooms a faint echo
Magic diminished
No candle is lit

Warm Hastings Sunday
Soft morning sunshine
Stay in bed dreaming
Where does one find
Japanese silk rope?

Was that a whisper?
The brush of her hair?
A nail rasps my skin
A sigh escapes me
Her scent's in the air

Alone an Earth Angel
A lingering poem
Essence of beauty
Half a world away
Walks by Stowe Pool

Strong as steel cable
As soft as a dream
Bound at foot and hand
Within bars of bliss ...
Silken surrender

Wanton

Kittenish
Straight from the fray
Fresh from the bed
Naked and languid 
Creamy hips draped
In creamy silk
Penetrated, devoured
Erotically oozing
Musk and emotion
And life and cum

Grounded angel
Bare breasts and belly
Caught 
Shyly admiring
Her ravaged reflection
"I feel quite wanton" says she
Never have I seen
Anything
More erotic 
And impassioned
Never have I 
Desired
Like this before