Haiku

she sucked wantonly
and frantic to touch herself
tore off all clothing

she lay in the mud
a pearl cast before the swine
in profane desire
 
He liked her filthy.
It lent a naughty fragrance.
Such piquant thrusting.
 
ah, sweet rosemary
is the fragrance of her cunt
a patchouli blend
 
I talk to myself -
sweet nothings between kisses...
narcissus would blush!
 
I saw her toying
with the idea of sex -
it seemed fanciful
 
The mind always talks.
Nothing outside it could be
As hot as its words.
 
And when those words fly
Cumlike, in exciting arcs,
There’s consummation.
 
Okay. Who Wants To Suck On Them First?

She pulled up her shirt
and exposed her huge jugs right
in front of us guys.
 
I keep my huge jugs
filled with bright chrysanthemums
exposed to the sun
 
My snake, draped athwart
Your pale, sleek thigh. Dripping, hot,
Spent. He’s a rattler.
 
if you could swallow
what I can swallow... tell me
would you ever stop?
 
Springing out of bed,
I lunge to challenge the day,
A human hard-on.
 
geodesic curve:
the flight of cupid's arrow
to a lover's breast
 
Trajectories, arcs.
The tossing of her nipples,
The swing of my balls.
 
the new ballistics:
projectiles of fertile cream
with no resistance
 
White cream, thick-spackled.
Opposite of resistance.
Rather, eagerness.
 
Opposites? Contrasts.
Slickly sticky. Roughly soft.
Warm white in hot pink.
 
dash it all to hell!
all this talk of ellipses
making me dotty...
 
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