A Pencil Full of Lead

the first thought is all about the want

nerves of steel to a shake from fear

adrenaline surge, where bile ferments

a chamber ignites a combustion of events

how seasons change every move of a muses mood

sex-appeal drives mad, looks to the man on the moon

need and hatred scatters as leaves with a hope of love

bathes in the suns rays, a romance to feed off of

sunsets are drawn as a consolation prize

however the day ends it soothes the eyes

the poet pulls his weapon and twirls it round fingers

armed with parchment floating on hashish that lingers

sonnets and hymns, songs and lyrics

stories and poems, amusing limericks

wielding a story with a pencil full of lead

shapes and letters exploding in his head


Scarlet Devil

The tale of a hooded young lass

Parading through a wooded forest

Woodsman, work a days toils

The air breathes a stench that boils

Careful, stepping over fallen branches

Eyes peering through they attach like leeches

Scurry in a hurry to a lonely cabin

Where once a grandma inhabited

Red visited for stories, cupcake and tea

Now, she only visits on a full moons plea

You see, when the wolf scared grandma away

He played this little girl astray

Closer, closer, his senses calling

His words, fill her head wanting

She recites the phrases that made her famous

Pointing out “oh dear” how big and colossus

She spies the rise of a lupine’s eyes

Dark and round, they make her sigh

She whispers, he hears

Yes, with his raised ears

Fangs gleam like polished Ivory

Closer, closer, to eternal ecstasy


Sheets slide along muscled thighs

Exposing his hard cock in rise

Down she goes

There she blows

A lick and flick

A bob and a dab

Stroke that honey

Spit on it shiny

Deep down the throat

Suck and pop like a cork

Ga, gag, gagging, makes her horny

Turns like a screw, sixty-nine, baby!

Going to town, her moan echoes

The woodsman in, follows

Enters with caution

Stares, watchin

Room for a third?

Little Miss Red heard

What took you so long, jack!

Drop the hatchet and bring me that ax


His Journal Bled In A Black Red

Page after page, hand drawn images, shadows cast lowly visages
Never the two shall ever meet, though desire craves to greet
Sharing tids, of bits, of pieces, a puzzle begins to reason
The constant pounding as a boy, beating drums at deaths door
A shell covers his true form, hiding from a raging storm
Shades that fall, sight darkens, blackbird sings, the night harkens
His journal bled in a black red, thoughts exploding in his head
Page after page the final image, a moment frozen, captured in a message

These are the words that end a picture story
Created in the darkest colours, a black red only
Greys lightly caress, day’s that are blessed
Etched across a face, forever depressed
Lines that break tips, furiously scratching
Tearing the pages, fibres screaming
A secret held from roving eyes
Reveals a truth from constant lies
The joy of being lonely is a disease
It pains, it buckles the strongest knees
Repeats, reciting a prayer
The courage to stand square
Eye to eye in fear, bound us both
Pledge a loves never ending oath


Lips Press

Closes her eyes as his lips press

That night, the first kiss to last

His hands caress, her flesh

Memorizing the curves that dip and rise

Absorbing the trembling beat, silently cries

With each kiss planted, a smudge remains

It burns painfully sweet

Yet yearns painfully for more

The taste of her blooms nectar

Stains his lips a honey sheen

His tongue tingles between

Her open, swollen, petals

With every thrust invading her vessel

Hips rise and buck to meet

As toes curl sensually sweet

His mouth, his lips, his tongue greet her feet

Sucking and licking a ticklish treat

The moistness of her core calling again for more

In whispers she implores

She wails to screams as he penetrates her womanly door

To her heart shared from the care it breathes

Swallowing whole the unity of two

The desire to feed a starving fire is freed

Time stands still, gravity fills the thrill

Tangled all night long in ecstasies song

Together peaking in moans that long

To taste the mix of loves drink

Her mouth takes in his stick

As she savours their flavours

And licks her lips inviting

He closes his eyes as her lips press…


Dedicated to Lovers ➰