Friday, September 28, 2012

Vessel


oh my were i but her vessel cool deep smooth porcelain sheer and flat atop around molded pig iron perched upon four clawed feet gripping the marble floor talons tense stretched scratching

anticipating

and endless wanting

of that sudden surprising shot that vivacious blast as if she had snuck behind me slapped her hand over my mouth to muffle to hush as she skimmed a handcupped slippery sliver of ice down to my groin

frost to fire

oh my were i but her vessel

she silently slides the shower curtain aside slaps the stopper lickety-split into the darkness of my throat plugs me all up seals me tight

binds me into submission before she

with the flick of the hand

opens me up to an abrupt thrust to a cold forceful stream a loving torturous waterboarding that gradually turns warm transcending to turning to hot hot hot til sizzling til she tests it herself with the pale underside of her wrist the light blue of her veins faded beneath

clean lines satin skin sinew tight and prominent

her scars all on the inside

oh my were i but her vessel to sooth her scars

a slight twitch yanking it back out of harms way as she adjusts the stream back to only very warm back to slightly less than scalding

the steam floats up a hovering humidity of good humor the gentle clouds paint her face dab her cheeks with a muted doris day close up

is that a twinkle in her eye oh me oh my

a sprinkling of salts lavender and epsom these crystals they dangle hang on threads of dissolution as they fall softly to my bottom before being lifted in a swirl of her hand a figure eight of fingers fondling my ceramic skin

i moan through her sloshing i sob i say between teeth gritted tongue tight baby baby you my main squeeze she laughs that gentle tejas oh you she whispers i am her main monkey rolling rolling bed blanket frolicking tie her up in the sheets

tickle me

as elvis would say
as i do pray
as i do now lay

on her floor beneath her

oh my were i but her vessel

accepting her opening up for her as she steps into me inside me allowing me to hold her she who slips down beneath within the water a slight slosh slapping against my sides a toe taps the drainage portal beneath the faucet obstructing the overflow the liquid line lifting rising lapping at my lip teasing my sensibilities my decency

a smile

a sigh

a deep breath

eyes closed her hair glides upon the surface like the aura surrounding mary magdalene she my whore my madonna the wondrousness of her breasts peaking up above the tide her nipples catching the cool breeze that creeps in through the open window biting her playfully

nibbling at her

derma dancing with twinkling toes her own personal midnight shuffle

oh so pert oh so begging to be sampled and supped by the cloth soaked and squeezed and rubbed

along

across

amidst

amongst

betwixt

between

the was the is and the next

oh my i am but her vessel jealous of this cloth who takes her and makes her his pleasures her with a damp and benevolent roughness separates her from her sins

a splish a splash a flash of her gash oh so pink against the pale against the blonde tuft that i tickle in my cautious stillness embarrassed just a bit by the gulping gurgle as tentative toes slip and tumble from the drain

lazily

drifting twinkle toe dancing downward dog diddling

my porcelain pate i am i will be her china white i will seek her devoted addiction

oh my were i but her vessel

until she drains me and all that









Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Almost Cartoonish


aw sugar sugar don’t you know don’t you remember couldn’t you see me all a’twitchin’ and a’stirrin’ beneath the covers

all a’wantin’ to stain the sheets with me and you shivering and shaking quivering and quaking

don’t you know couldn’t you tell that oh yes i did have a dream last night

i did i did

me and mohammed we be sitting around with jesus and dalai lama we be sitting around a little fire

a little evening fire in the desert

sitting around on stools made of lamb leather and camel tongue passing around some kind green bud you know so real so real i can feel the smoke and sand landing gently on my tastebuds tickling tickling tingle

like a butterfly ballet

pollinating my dreams within dreams my own personal satanic verse

gazing over toward mohammed he has that slight feminine curve to his hairless chin such a nice throat small adams apple almost like a filipina transvestite down over at club diva on post street

i know you know

down on the edge of the tenderloin

oh mohammed i come from alabama with my banjo on my knee

hey mo hey mo fo i look over give him that wanna fauna wink he drops his drawers leans obediently over the stool and yes

when the mount won’t come to mohammed i mount mohammed

oh yes i did i did have a dream last night

i did i did

almost cartoonish almost a bafoonish movie on the tube of you

funny thing funny thing a giggling moment a moment of mirth a befuddled amusement this dream this freudian nightfall frolic 

jesus and old dalai lama they spin around cloaks all a’flutter sparkles tethered to the edge seams spitting fire into the night they stop and face each other hips jutted outward they pull out their cocks

whip them around

the fucking jew has a schlong like a big dull scimitar long and curving up and toward him

goddamn

old dalai he has quite the average cock but he has a six foot bong and the desire in his face is heavenly

and my man mohammed god he feels good riding that camel must keep his tuchus tight he moans oh man he moans like the midday prayers god is love baby we're both loving it we're laughing we're giggling almost cartoonish almost bafoonish

yeah i did have a dream last night i did i did

mohammed he morphs swirls transcends into this beautiful young woman hair grows hips widen he she leans over the stool i plow into her his wet cunt not missing a stroke he she moans like the morning prayers

like a morning fuck

mohammed moans baby jesus he sidles up in front mohammed he she grabs that scimitar of a cock opens wide swallows deep

jesus moans mohammed hums i sing dalai chants we're a cacophony of wonder of ecstacy of love of earthly godly heavenly love

dalai fires up his bong lights it with a match between his toes

almost cartoonish almost bafoonish yeah i did have a dream last night i did i did

i dance around naked on the beach beneath the full moon pan dances with me we dance he plays the pipes there is a fire sparkles float up float up float up to become stars in the night

we dance oh yes we dance

tonight tonight we dance float up float up to become stars almost cartoonish almost bafoonish allah artist earth mother sweetness look on they hold hands they kiss they smooch they even fondle a bit in that playful sort of way they pull out their brushes they paint rich rich scenes on dull canvas michael the archangel he flies around with his sony hi def camera getting that close up mister de mille

mohammed's skin so smooth so smooth mohammed's skin so smooth

i stroke his her cheek with my finger tips oh my oh my michael with each good picture he does a little jump fluttering his wings hovering a bit off the ground clapping his pasty hands in that bruce kind of way michael the archangel

a flaming faggot

who would have thought he was oh so cartoonish oh so bafoonish

my cock pops out i spew love high into the night sky white creamy love sprays floats floats up floats up to become the moon and the planets and all them cute little asteroids

mohammed looks over his shoulder her shoulder her lips open in wonder open releasing the jesus scimitar spewing his own starry starry night star light star bright first star i see tonight i wish i may i wish i might

dalai puts down his bong and takes a big old bite of chocolate chip cookie and a big old gulp of cold milk rolls on the desert floor

laughing

yeah i did have a dream last night i did i did i danced around naked and all that