black and white marble tiles
the fireplace
these french doors
Drank my cottage brewery
the old masnion of the donated
collage campus grounds
hooked up to my woman
tore off her wrappings
and spent the night
showered after
in the hot mists of communal
baths
fell deep in sleep of the after
rapture
arms about...leg over
I was twenty one
she was just eighteen
Neighbor complained she
was too vocal!!
but I like a good rebel
yell
the primitive cry of passion
we are buds
thus
stah
short for Stasis
I am not a short man
I have large ring size
I am large
stature
connects
dreams
desire and pleasure
in a world of three minute
wonders and attention
spans I am old school
where Dusk to Dawn
prevails...
and I am afraid of no
wish unfilled to
happ i fi my treasures
dream on crumbling
melting fucked up world
pleasure still satisfies
some!!
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Comments
she would giggle at this one....
or slap me...but with those eyes..
rich amber ambrosia...back in
touch with her....
the air when we meet is electric
some people have that between
them... energy comes off me
in waves..tensed up prowl always
or....force myself to slump but
U just know Im ready to throw
away the magazine and go
pouncing after something
grey eyes sweeping...reading..
She plays guitar...holds down
a very important position with
an old old huge huge company
one of my many creative muses
returned
December was our month
when the snows would trickle
soft on campus grounds
and the dark mists in mornings
black pines would talk of
solitary crows greeting dawn...
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