I want you sweat-slick ‘n strong. ‘n how long, exactly how long, make love with the patter-splat of rain on the window-pane, warm my fingertips by tracing your ink, follow along the lines you describe yourself with, ears buried deep in the sounds you …
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Untitled #438 (2013)
Buckle those industrial grade safety belts, we’re about to hit escape velocity,dumb-struck passion thumpin’ you like one-two one-two, stage one: you ‘n me, we ain’t met quite yet, but you got that windswept valley glancin’ bluff, ‘n I got this sense of adventure, only a matter of time before it’s …
Untitled #422 (2013)
#A little whiskey won’t hurt.#ideally, it would be all [desperate hands, arched backs, ‘n stifled moans]a limited printing of my affection– –transitory #A little whiskey won’t hurt.# I love you the way autumn winds cradle a falling leaf, great and momentous between tree and ground, …
Untitled #425 (2013)
I, I’m lookin’ for somethin’,I got this bone-rattle discord, shakin’, shakin’ on through me;‘n I can’t help but feel like that feelin’, like that feelin’ can be worked out through finger tips, ‘n heart-beat skips.but that’s just this bright buildin’ bruise of a hunger, I got rollin’ around in me, rat-rat-rattlin’ …
Untitled #43 (2015)
she has the long stride crosswalk hustle,she’s got them desert wind braced steps,‘n he’s got them mountain carved features,‘n she’s got tidal fingers, ancient slick, in ‘n out, force of nature,‘n those oak barked …
Untitled #419 (2013)
If you keep doing this to me,I won’t be able to do anything,but imagine you,and me,meeting the way a tornado meets the flood plain.
Untitled #420 (2013)
I want to send you pictures,that would make you feel the way you make me feel,but I doubt I could ever be that.
Untitled #421 (2013)
You are a delinquient in Helios’ ride,sheddin’ your dead skin all over tomorrow. gotta hand it to you, gotta hand it to you,seein’ you is zero-to-uzi,‘n they always talk about lightnin’ in a bottle. ‘n you, you gotta do it first, much, much as I wanna, you gotta do it first. …
Untitled #417 (2013)
I can’t help but stare at your ass,I know it’s impolite,And I know I shouldn’t,but something, something,just keeps me staring at you.The things I wanna do.This isn’t as much of a poem,as it is a declaration of lust.You are ridiculously attractive.
Untitled #418 (2013)
You know,They’re all talking about how shit you are at the job,and I’m thinking about how intoxicating you smell.I can’t decide if that’s good or bad.
