SHE, THE PLEASURE

thoughts were lost,
blood was hot...

her skin was electric,
her fibble self quivering,
trembling like the evening leaves,.

her breath was heavy,
her moans choking,
growing faint with every thrust,

the position was fair,
IT from behind,
through her warm thighs,
supported by her curvy behind,
into her warm womanhood,

the little hairs that sat upon her lips,
soaked in cum added the intensity,
aggravating the ghostly wolf that sits beneath my skin,

a hand upon her blade neck,
the other cupping her hard breast,
her nipple bursting through the fingers,

she screamed for more,
each word alloying the veined monster,
her teeth gritting,
with every further exploration,

she screamed,
she cursed,
she blessed,
she rebuked,

there were godly minutes,
from Venus to Hercules,
she made promise,
and made me take vows,

minutes flew,
the walls shied off,
then the storm,

she was trembling,
I felt it  erupt with all the might of the African volcano ,
meeting her floods halfway through,
then with a turn,
she stole me a glance,
a faint smile,
then collapsed.....

i would have sat to laugh,
but the magical feel of her skin,
made me say a prayer,
and watch her beautiful image,
as it lay there,
warm
of pleasure had...

Death

i return with a tear,
sadness my mistress,
never she let's go,

beat the drums,
for death came,
he never changed his cloak,

hard as the morning wind,
yet smooth like the setting sun,
he whispered through the evening breeze,
silence he said.,

silent we lay

will i

i still hold on to hope
believing you will finally turn my way
and shelve your fears,
put on that lovely smile
and whisper into my ears.....

i wish to chase you down to the beaches
play with the sand on a sun fall
hold you tight on that cool breeze
and feel the warmth
and quivers of that lovely skin

but will i ever?
you have judged me for a few words
doubted me on unheard tales
yet the truth you hardly touch,.

why this platter empirically served
to i do you offer,
in such distaste?

GREETINGS

greetings i send from lands away,
besides sulken bowls of tears filled,
man is a friend yet a foe
to nay but he a brother tag bequeth,
greetings i send,
from lands away,
where this dark livery,
of a dying sun begets a mate,
but nay ....i wait,
and to roses that did fade,
of passions that did drown,
canned spinach would raise,
but lest a mind be popeyes',
but hey greetings i send,
to mates i never met,
and foes hiddden in scarlet kisses,
i breath,
and to same i bethink of thee.....