Thursday, March 10, 2011

My pussy snitched on you

My pussy snitched on you.

But don’t blame me

I wasn’t even there

Eyes rolled in the back of my head

Chanting for help

With every oh yes and oh please

I was out

Not tapping but holding on tight

In pure delight, I shivered

Thought I was twisting your sheet?

No sir, I was counting threads

To keep oral pleasure from going to my head

To keep that punnani under control

But she don’t listen to me

You whisper her name

And she begins to coo

And she begins to ooze

Sweet honey from the rock

She keeps under the hood

An engine remastered for maximum speed

My pussy snitched on you

But don’t blame me

I wasn’t even there

The stars I see orbiting my space

Are somewhere out there in another place

And time

And future

That you and she create

You call her name

Without my knowledge

And out of my hearing

And I suddenly become weak in the knees

Knees parted and sighing

I know you can hear her song

And it is at that moment

That I forget my name

And everything around

Save how to get her to you

My pussy snitched on you

It is only your rhythm she knows

In each refrain til the song is done

Eyes rolled in the back of my head

Chanting for help

Will you make this snatch cum?

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Garden...Puente Style

Mary, Mary quite contrary

I need you with something very

Much like a longing to possess

The secret of your happiness

In my garden you will stay

For only there with you may I lay

~Where night will never turn to day~

Here only in captivity you remain

I find it is not ropes but chains

That bounds my soul to you

For you have gained the coup

The butterflies that now do come

Carry tales of how I was undone

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

marry-oh-nyet (girlfriend in a box)

You do

I do

Do love

Do sex

Sex there

Sex here

Here maybe

Here soon

Soon good

Soon patiently

Patiently hard

Patiently wait

Wait for you

Wait months

Months pass

Months come

Come spring

Come fell

Fell hard

Fell in love

Love in heart

Love in soul

Soul worried

Soul troubled

Troubled word

Troubled water

Water flows

Water salty

Salty preserves

Salty keeps

Keeps in storage

Keep on shelf

Shelf in closet

Shelf over bed

Bed is empty

Bed is cold

Cold hands

Cold feet

Feet straight

Feet bound

Bound emotion

Bound tight

Tight board

Tight corded

Corded nyet

Corded girlfriend




When it started I was sleeping

Dreaming of being in love and

My hand broke and fell off

No longer able to pen the words

That I have always hid behind

My voice was love’s next casualty

Quivering while trying to say your name

On the phone, in conversation

I couldn’t even speak face to face

A croak, a whisper and it too was no more

The clavicle gave in to my shoulder

Proved useless by the lack of hands

And I rolled to one side and off the bed

Like one who has had a stroke

And with no voice to call for help

I had fallen and couldn’t get up

Imagine my surprise when I discovered

That my feet began rooting to the carpet

A shaggy nude wall to wall fibrousity

Unable to move less my ankles break as well

The cords of muscles knot into disuse

Unconnecting to knobby knees

Til only the torso remains

Everything has a way of going back

To its own origins, unselected de-evolution

The remnants of our love is back to lust

And the only things remaining in the shadow

Are tits and ass

My man

I want my man to kiss

I want his full lips pressed against mine

Sweet sweet breath across my mouth

I want my man’s hand

To hold mine in his firm strong grip

Lengthening the path of my lifeline

I want my man’s touch

Leaving electric blue sparks along my spine

As if he harnessed light

I want my man’s skin

Pressed against mine with no room for sweat

Tongue on the back of my neck

I want my man’s pulse

Measuring the rhythm of my heartbeat

Pacing our passion

I want my man soon

For it has been far too many long months

I need my man right now

I want my man

I want his heart to belong only to me

As my heart belongs to him