untitled and possibly unfinished

my fingertips, light as kisses

skim dark cocoa skin

valleys and plains, angles and curves

now such familiar topography 

that I can roam them in my dreams

dusky male nipples tempt me

and I am helpless to resist

soothing suckles mixed with claiming bites

deep bass moans reverberate through my soul

and I want more 

of you

Memory

watched the suns beams cut through blunt smoke and fed myself on memories

memories of slow curious hands exploring my sweetest places

memories of deep hungry wetness and ravenousness sated

memories of clashing tongues and warring passions

memories of hard thrusts followed by slow silken glides

memories of needy cries, achy desperate moans, and dirty whispers

memories of the feel, the smell, the sound, the sight, the taste of you

memories of pleasure reciprocated and reflected

I died a little more to Etta's "At Last"

and lost

Ashes fall, the bitter taste in my mouth returns

and rather than face the day

I retreat to memory

The Three C's

I haven't done any writing in a while, so I'm going to use this blog to try and get my creative juices flowing.  Feel free to compliment or criticize, but please do not copy - or I'll come after your ass, ya dig?