Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I only have this...I wish



Intense desire
burns holes in night skies
looking through
one can see visions
holistic cures
sensual liasons
ontop reasons
to get fucked right

Lady night
opened up her zippered fly
shone moronically
glistened
mooned
swooned
swung from treetops, lampposts
glowed in midnight blue
flat out
arch-backed delight

feel that
delicate motion
that slow rock and roll
that moaning groaning
simpering
slurping
sexual urge

go to bed hungry
wake up blindly
smack into walls
smile wanly
and keep moving
grooving
to your own intensity

orgasmic
plenty
dreams worth waiting for
night comes

Not all lives unfold like puffy clouds
soft with rain
Not all days shine with promised light

Sleepy with love I doze in it
stretch my body full out langour
Roll over and over on tongue in mind
the delicate taste
the hard ache
the immaculate waste

positioned right
I could feel that one moment
when all passions come in to play

fevered want
salty skin
magnificent thrust held in
savoured

mind play mind games mind fuck
where innocent lovers are drawn in succumb
intertwined masturbators fingers laced
pulses racing to the finish line
the finish line where we smile satisfied
yet awake
alone

alone