Old Lovers

What do you say to your past?
Hi…seems so lacking
A hug
For a moment
His heartbeat feels like home
Then you remember
Hasn’t been home for a very long time
Bodies remember
Souls look back
In a blink of an eye
Fleeting moment
Smiling
“We really should have dinner sometime”
Said without a thought
Smiling again
“Yes call me”
Knowing that it will never happen
You can’t go home again
Realizing…
You don’t want to
Finally
Hi…is enough

Breasts

Breasts full and heavy
Breasts of an Earth Mother
Not unmoving mounds of plastic
They were made to be felt
Licked
Sucked
Even on occasion bitten
Love to have a man against them
Feeling his hair on my flesh
Tongue laving tender nipples
Tight peaks
Lips bringing pleasure
Nipples the color of the shell I carry
It’s the color of both my nipples and my lips
Normally it rests on my altar
For some reason
I have been carrying it with me
…
…
Why?

Epitaph

Three letters
Carry weight
Cover so much
Leave nothing to chance
Misinterpretation…never
Once heard
Spoken
Everything changes
Cannot take them back
Might as well be carved in stone
Screen fades to black

Fin

Audience

Together
Flesh pressing flesh
Heated
Flushed
Alive
Ragged breath
Calling out to God
Reaching
Climbing
Release found
Cumming down
Dolls watching

Carpe Diem

Hidden
Fantasies
Dance in the dark
Cloaked from view
Does one invite fantasies into the light?
Where they can unfurl
Weave their primal magic
Release the beast within
Untamed
Free
Or keep them
Chained
Held tight
Is the risk...worth the discovery?
Hand shaking
Reaching out
Flipping the switch
Allowing the light in
Time to dance