You are currently browsing the category archive for the ‘poetry’ category.
I see them
and my bra suddenly becomes too tight. My chest spasms with sweet visions and I cannot breathe. You dare to awaken places with visible imprints and invisible hands. Fancy patterns cling where whispering motions once moved. Basement shoes to fuck on swaying hips and choking words.
I see them
and I am gone. Back, tripping clumsily down memory lane. Smooth sailing was never our way. No. Fifty Shades of Grey is more like it. Bumps, jarring potholes and loud growls are on the path we follow. It just suits us better. Doesn’t it?
I see them
and I am transported by reindeer to clover fields under the rainbow. Somewhere over them, too. Everywhere. Nowhere. Turn left and move through the looking glass. Yes, there. Now, everything is right.
I see them
and I see you.
*
*
Black Rose
2 ounces Rum
1 tsp Sugar
Cold Black Coffee
Add rum and sugar to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake until sugar is dissolved. Pour everything into a rocks tumbler. Fill with cold black coffee.
Enjoy!
Listen to Frank croon. Deep and low.
Watch me walk to you. Fire in my eyes and a burn in my belly.
Smell my desire. Earthy and pungent.
Experience my hands glide over your body. Flesh upon flesh.
~~ The best feeling on Earth ~~
Taste me. Drink me in. Roll me around your tongue, savoring every flavor.
Close your eyes and really … taste me.
Soft hidden folds bloom under leisurely lengths.
Bite. Nibble. Nip.
Deep draws.
~~ gasp ~~
The essence of Life.
*
*
Ecstasy
1 1/2 ounces Vodka
1/2 ounce Black Raspberry Liqueur
1/2 ounce Pineapple Juice
1/2 ounce Cranberry Juice
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass.
Enjoy!
** from The Bartender’s Black Book 7th edition
♣
♣ The 3rd Annual Posting ♣
♣
There was a girl from the City,
who the boys thought was really pretty.
They wined her and dined her
but only to find her
sporting a nine inch ditty.
“But, boys,” she would say,
“don’t go away.
There’s so much I can do for you.
I’ve got what you need,
no need to plead,
I’m more than willing to screw you.”
“I mean… have you screw me,
in anyway you please,
your pleasure is my intent.
So, relax while you can,
I’m not really a man.
Well – only to some extent.”
The boys said, “What?”
“That’s some kind of cock
hanging between your thighs.
You put most men to shame
bringing that kind of game
with your girth in addition to size.”
“But, I’m under a spell!
I really can’t tell
because it would add more years,
to this curse I am under,
it’s really a blunder,
I’m a woman with a man’s set of gears.”
“Ya, ya… OK…” the men would say.
Certainly no one believed it.
The penis that hung strapped like a gun
on the woman who said she didn’t need it.
“It was the Leprechauns!
Those mad little pawns
of magic and mystery and cash.
I found their pot
of gold in a spot
that was hidden with most of their stash.”
“They cursed me then,
gave me two score and ten
to be in a man’s set of shoes.
Said maybe I’d learn
what it feels like to yearn,
only ending with balls that are blue.”
“You’re joking, right?
You didn’t put up a fight
against those men dressed in green?
With hair of red,
you’ve nothing to dread,
they’re not bad, they just look kinda mean.”
“OK, OK… what ever you say,
I guess you just think it’s silly.
Whatever I do,
the fact still is true,
I’m a woman endowed with a Willie.”
Then, from the rear
of the crowd gathered here,
a deep voice cut through it all.
“Twas the Leprechaun’s, it was
who caused all this buzz,
giving her a man’s set of balls!”
“They did the same in reverse
to me – I am cursed.
I have that woman’s vajayjay.
They thought it was fun to take my gun
and attach it to her as a waylay.”
“From what, you may ask?
From life! And it’s task
of living and loving and fun.
She found their gold
and from what I’m told,
she didn’t even tell anyone.”
“But, that mattered not,
in their trap she was caught,
the gold still in her hand.
So they cast a spell,
now no one can tell,
Is she woman?
Or is she man?”
“From a thousand miles away,
the curse came into play
against my man parts, you see.
They did a switch
and left an itch
where my balls ought to be.”
“I was caught by surprise
and I couldn’t surmise
what, indeed had happened to me.
My manhood was gone,
replaced by a thong
and now, I sit to pee.”
“For years I’ve searched
to end this curse
of this woman’s part on me.
And, now it will end –
come closer, my friend,
and I’ll tell you what shall be.”
“The magic within us can be reversed.
The Leprechauns used a mild curse
to switch our parts
from me to you.
And here is what we have to do.”
“If we lay together on St. Patrick’s Day,
in a field of clover down Blarney Way,
At the stroke of one,
it will come undone,
when we utter these words this way.”
“My part is mine own,
not hers or his,
not to be switched
like some side show biz.
I do unto it,
what is right for me.
It’s not a toy for some Leprechauns glee.”
“By laying together
and joining the two,
your part to me
and my part to you,
we’ll undo the magic
that curses us here.
And we’ll have HAPPY HOURS
for the rest of our years!”
Leprechaun
2 ounces Irish Whiskey
tonic water
Fill rocks glass with ice. Add whiskey. Fill with tonic. Garnish with lemon twist.
Enjoy!
And the ocean
roars
wanton in my ears
Can You hear it?
It calls You East
Come to me
Play with me
Let me lick Your wounds clean
Let me caress Your heart and head and face and chest
Let me ease Your mind with soft strokes of fingertips pressing gently
Your cock jumps as my cunt aches.
It presses hard against trousers waiting to be dropped in the sand
Feel me
In Your heart
In Your Mind
Feel me in the Universe that brought Us together
Feel my loving strokes upon Your flesh
Wash away all hurt in the ebb and flow of my tides
Know in Your Soul
my scent calls for Yours to mingle
*
Let them
*
*
*
Siren
2 ounces Whipped Cream Vodka
2 ounces Limoncello
splash of Mineral Water
Add vodka and limoncello to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake until sides are frosted. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Add a splash of mineral water. Garnish with whipped cream and a maraschino cherry.
Enjoy!
*
*
Nipples shooting fireworks.
Red .. Blue .. Purple .. Yellow .. White
*
~~ remove that please? ~~
*
Run, bad spirits!
Run Away!
ptooie, ptooie
*
Careening, screaming hot,
intense sparks of release.
*
Sucking blood back into drained spaces.
White .. Yellow .. Pink .. Red
*
Ah … red.
*
Burning cooled.
Pinching soothed.
*
Throbbing beats welcome the
Black Water Dragon
*
Good Fortune seeps back in.
*
*
Body Haiku
3 ounces Sake
1 ounce Dry Vermouth
Add sake and vermouth to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Shake only enough to mix. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a cocktail onion.
Enjoy!
‘Twas the night before Christmas
anticipation was high
but, not a finger was stirring
between my moist thighs.
*
The slipknots were hung
on the bedposts with care
in hopes that a kinky partner
soon would be there.
*
Santa’s elves promised a visit
yet still have not shown.
Where the fuck were they?
My arousal has grown!
*
My pussy throbbed
in the cold of the night
calling for relief
from someone just right.
*
Then what to my horny little ears was presented,
but a big Dominant Man
hauling a bag full of presents.
*
He lay the sack down
by the bed with great care.
Then came rambling round
leaving a scent in the air
of masculine cravings
filled with want and desire.
The perfume of love
all hot, bothered and wired.
*
The stroke of his beard
was the last thing I viewed,
before the blindfold covered my eyes
and was tightly secured.
*
He went straight to his work,
not a moment was spared,
as he moved with a purpose
much like Fred Astaire.
*
My pussy was flicked
and my nipple was squeezed,
he moved quickly about,
and I felt a light breeze.
*
Wrists tightly secured,
legs spread-eagle open
my body getting hotter,
the juices freely flowing.
*
“Come in elves, come in,”
I heard him exclaim.
Then the patter of feet
and warm hands did claim
my body as theirs,
all fingers a flutter.
My nerves were on edge,
my mind in the gutter.
*
Sensations on overload,
flesh pinched, pulled and teased.
I was soaring right now
with the greatest of ease.
*
Dasher and Dancer
had nothing on me
as I flew through the skies,
earth’s gravity released.
*
Pussy craving a cock,
“Santa? Fill me with yours?
Won’t you please, Santa
pull down your drawers?”
*
My Christmas wish fulfilled
in a push and a thrust.
Santa’s thick cock
was engorged with hot lust.
*
We pounded hips to thighs
in the merriest of jingles,
as the bells on his waist
gave me all sorts of tingles.
*
Elves have the softest of hands,
did you know this was true?
Like magic fingers or glitter
that falls around you.
*
They worked on our bodies,
on Santa’s and mine,
Until we both exploded
in colors and rhyme.
*
Merry Kinksmas to all,
to transgender queers,
to BDSM-ers and foot fetish seekers.
*
To gays and lesbians and those in a tryst,
to sex workers and erotic writers
and folks with a twist.
*
To poly’s and straights
and the Masters and slaves,
to Dominants and submissives
and to all those who crave.
*
May you have the most beautiful Christmas
filled with Peace, Love and Trust
and Acceptance and Happiness,
and Hot Sex and Wild Lust!
*

















He Said...She Said...