Mistress Magic

I see you
I love you
I feel you
I breathe you.

You are mine
You are hers
You are the world’s
You are beautiful.

I know you
I crave you
I desire you
I devour you.

Two halves to your whole,
We hold you close.
Heart safe and warm,
Between the sheets of passion and love.

Sleep sound darling,
Sweet Repose.
Always beside you,
When I’m nowhere near.

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Weight

On supported grounds we lose our footing
Angling and dangling towards the unknown
Waters below blue and black
Like bruises we can’t quite place.
Temptations to hold hands,
Reassuringly embrace; pull her back to safety.
Resistance of time, and love.
There is no momentum when gears stick
Just a simple necessity of lubrication
Risk, develop, shine.
Properly oiled machines
Weight of the world on our shoulders.
Mechanical creatures,
Powerful feats of engineering,
No longer Puppets, always Puppeteers.
Dance, cry, love, fuck
Never devoid of choice.
Elements in our grasp forming a whole
Living, breathing, dying.
Bearings.
Find, Use
Or Fall.

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Sous la lune

A la tendresse de la lune,

J’entrelacerai tes doigts dans les miens

Afin de mieux sentir résonner

La fréquence de ton âme.

Dreams (Non-erotic)

Occasionally when floating on my boat of dreams,
I become aware of the nebulous sea of regret rippling under my vessel.
Am I living in a constant state of denial,
Or am I simply appreciative of better times?

Occasionally my smile crisps itself into a stone line,
And my thoughts race back to another side of my mortal reality.
Am I just another memory to one of my memories,
Or am I flesh and bone that can be touched?

Occasionally I hear the pitter patter of the rain on a tin roof,
And it brings me back to a long ago place I once knew.
Am I sure the sensory appreciation is real,
Or am I simply a projection of a non-existent former self?

Occasionally I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
And it seeps down into my hidden soul.
Am I truly awake and aware of my existence,
Or am I merely dreaming…


Poem written in 2015.

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Small Truths

Gentle words

Hard touch

Pull me closer,

Hold me down

My neck at your mercy

Diligently breaking

To rebuild ourselves anew

Primal needs met

With moans and bruises.

Spread, lick, fuck

Enter, exit, fill

Understand.

Beautiful love, sweet caresses

Gracious deliverance

Abandonment in lust,

True natures present

Through growing pains

Fulfilment

Breakfast is served

Eat me

Drink me

Smell me

Savour me

Devour my every particle

Integrate me into your universe

So I can be your star and your satellite

Tickle me

Lick me

Finger me

Fuck me

So I can overflow

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Babes & Beaches

to

behold

azure waters

mending with skies

temperatures rising still

burnt orange palettes

a tropical enclave

of sensuality

and sex

here

women

frolic in the

waters bare breasted

nipples hardened by thoughts

of erect members diving

head first into their

sacred gardens

of bodily

desire

to

behold

such a site

would make a

grown man cry tears

of joy knowing he’s unworthy

of witnessing such magic

for it is only women

that may partake

in this ritual of

love and

sex

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Letter from my lover – S

You are mine now.

Mine to cherish, and to embrace. To envelope.
To kiss. And to touch.
Mine to love.

Mine to lick. And to fuck.
To penetrate. To fill.
Mine to take. Now. Again. Once more.
Always once more.

You are mine to behold. Mine to ponder.
Mine to taste, and to consume.
Mine to ache for. To long for. To lust after.

You are mine now to love.

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Human

Photo by Denis Degioanni.

This is a non-erotic poem, written in February of 2017.

emerging from the clouds
the energy boy peers
below the clear layers of existence,
tiny hearts beating
he understands
why others break the rule
to observe
to document
don't do it, they say
never shifting
yet here he stands,
frenetic scribbling
desperately deciphering
their erratic thoughts and unnerving actions
he cries, remembering how it felt
to be human

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Hot Haikus

I’ve been thinking of you, lovers. Until we meet again, here are some hot haikus to get you through the week.

 

daddy’s little slut
whispers that make my legs shake
until we come together

 

when i touch myself
warm lips uncontrollable
even angels cry

 

forever ready
pounding away till night’s end
your faithful strap on

 

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