maryjane maryjane, my sweet maryjane
rolled in fine lace round sweet sativa-strain
lighting one end, drag on the other
taking a trip into space, or is it in outer
focus your vision, am about to express
the need for quail, chicks with finesse
driving men mad, with lips painted bright
stars floating by, deep into the night
bobbing and weaving, lickity-sucky
driving, daddy, totally-batty
there in the back, where its dark and seedy
smoke house blues, private party
feelin the groove, its the cats meow
frothy lips, dribbling now
living this life, out on an edge
playing it cool, high on a ledge
taking a chance, what life’s all about
Its rock and roll, its twist n shout
smoke a little, dance a lot
read a poem, make love, hot, hot, hot
“And look upon myself, and curse my fate…”
Your eyes absorb the poets pain,
as mine embrace the curves of your lips
How sweet they must be,
imagine them, as sweet as honey
“Haply I think on thee, and then my state…”
Courage won the attempt to greet,
bittersweet this life in retreat
An oath made long ago,
to never love, in this, my time, as I go
“From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate…”
Thru’sonnets sung on lighted stage,
brings grief, as Hamlet had his rage
Should I be, what I chose to be,
or break this vow I promised me
“That then I scorn to change my state, with kings.”
quotes ~ sonnet xxix ~ Wm.Shakespeare
If all it took were words to seduce your heart
I would remain silent but show you my heart
My smile would widen when you came near
My eyes would long to hold you dear
Pounding beats that thump the chest
Ape love swells the breast
Embracing arms to sweep you up
Never to land without my hand
Taste your kiss as often can
Breathe us in
You Jane, me Tarzan
A seduction of words
When left on a page
Can never amount
To physical touch
To Win Your Heart
Severed life from birth begins
Ends when the final breath expels
A wish for those who care to hear
The passing flow…time reigns in fear
An oath to silence made
A voice bequeathed
Beyond the gates that open up
Will be the destiny of thy cup
Swirling clouds create the hue
Light or Dark, it’s up to me and you
Choose the path to follow
Forge our own in swallow
Heaven and Hell, in common shares
In death, total silence fares
Life on earth is a waiting game
To learn the identity of his name
King of Kings or Prince of Fire
What we do today, will inspire
To fade away in memories played
Flashed in an instant, will it be horror or brilliant
She is his aphrodisiac, his narcotic overdose, that sweeps him back.
His fingers press where kisses laid, lips burn as they trail along her spinal cord.
Consumed beneath his weighted frame, the heat expelled sets them aflame
With cock set between, grinding, sliding, soaked with her sheen.
Penetrating deep with every thrust, on each, every one, she cussed.
With arms embracing her feathered pillow, moans turn to screams, like psycho.
Her words fill the air, pleading for her cock to swear…
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t ever stop, don’t you fucking stop, not until I drop…”
Overwhelming sensation takes flight, spasm after spasm, escalates in height.
Waves of emotions flowing like torrent oceans.
Around his shaft her muscles tighten, just then, she comes and comes bitten.
He slows the pace, to give her grace.
Prepare you now little dove, it’s now his turn to come undone.
His cock goes in, full hilt; the earth shifts its tilt.
Fucking, harder and on, getting harder, harder without any order.
A fistful of her hair, while riding his beautiful mare.
Not much time needed for him, he’s starting to boil, reaching the rim.
Her voice erupts with a scream, demanding for his cream.
That’s all it took, the room shook.
Every ounce poured out with a thunderous shout.
Expired they lay side by side, their breaths together sighed.
Caressing her curves divine, he whispered “you’re mine”
“my aphrodisiac, my narcotic overdose that sweeps me back”
I stand before you tired and meek, frail and withered weak
Having felt the stinging burn of fire, melt my skin thick in mire
The pain endured to great to resist, the glide, as a razor rounds wrists
Cutting in, not too deep, tingles as flesh yawns to sleep
The flow is slow, light fades to a glow
Where peace finally felt is real, on my knees, for me, I kneel
The strength I have left saved, so I may earnest and brave
To you, me, I see, my face in the mirror, showing the scars left by horror
My true spirit lives inside of me, my garden, my heavens glory
Not among the blessed martyrs, nor those taken as innocent youngsters
Here I am with passion I alone can muster, announce my freedom to live in my own lustre
The only god I know to be, is the love I share with you, from inside of me