she tells me what she likes
so i oblige with vigor,
for these are the morals
of a gentleman, a scholar,
and an animal
when pleasure is the ultimate goal,
intimate howlings occur after dark
with somewhat controlled reckless abandon
deep down between two sugar souls ….
on the beach
we feel sprawling tides rush in
and relish movements on letting them out
with gravitational push and pull
at our sides we collide with shorelines
drawn in the sands
with hearts and minds
we are unstoppable
hour glasses shatter
because they cannot hold our passion,
for we are totally absolute fucking fashion
as closets wonder why there are a couple of hangers missing
in action ….
put some brand new spanking ass wipers
on my broken windshield today,
can see pretty clear now
even though it is not raining,
for the time being anyhow ….
let’s take all those welcome mats out there that read,
” fuck you ” on them and throw them in a bonfire
then, have all the folks that own those mats
sit on the bonfire like the marshmellows they are.
maybe, just maybe
their asses might just wake the fuck up.
you are here
at the costume party
yet remain hidden
as if invisible ink
is the main supply source
of your pen
Halloween moon glows an orange bloom
making stomachs growl with a yearning
to come out and howl ….
do not worry for everything is fresh,
absolutely nothing foul.
silence settled in
just how fun is fucking that ?
no fun at all,
at least that’s what
” making some noise ” says ….
reality means movement and sound
and interaction ….
fantasy is a still picture dead,
a memory jarred perhaps
but no fucking personality at all
please wake up,
the 1800’s and early 20th century
the 2000’s say dance
and make some noise ….
just a current opinion,
remain open minded ….
kite entangled ….Fall 10-18-2015 …. a casual Sunday in the woods
i knocked upon your door
with good intentions
you said, ” come on in ”
the door was locked.