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My Meat

Last night,
You beat my meat and blow my mind
Later, you overwhelm me
With every single grind.
Cranking and cranking
Untill my hunger roars.

When you turn around in that apron
I adore your every curve.
I like it hot and juicy
Alittle pink in the middle.

I can't wait to see that steak
Hit that hot cast iron skillet.

Put some onions on that steak
Perhaps a few mushrooms too.

Girl, you know I love your cooking
But I love my desserts too.

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Lily

Once beautiful lily of valisnerian kind
   it's stem it reached for miles.
Titillating you were and so exciting.
   Washed away from rippling tides.

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Another Day In Paradise

Sweet satin dreams prempts peeks of sun
Through white slant eyed and dusty blinds

Sending furnance like blasts of heat at times
Yet cooled by an overhead fan.

The patter of cat paws upon my turquoise sheets
Alerts me every morning for wet food eats.

She meows and turns her head from side to side
As if to say,"Daddy its time, its time".

At first I am bothered but I give her a smile
Then cradle her in my arms, for she's my loving child.

So off to the fridge I go, without any curses or gab
While she stares at me , I know I must, quickly go wash my hands.

After that I grab a cigarette and micro wave my coffee,
Dear Rosey my sweet little female cat ,I feel is much too bossy.

Outside I go with cup in hand then search for a second lighter
Then look up at the clear blue skies, the mountains that I admire.

As I hang out and sip and smoke without any plans
Its another day in paradise and I'm a sober man.
Amongst the brush piles and leaves the handyman didn't remove.

Once inside I put down my cup then crank up my computer,
And no e mail is found.
 
Its another day in paradise and I wouldn't change a thing,
If I were rich or even poorer I'd stay exactly the same.

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Another Kiss

Twas a feeling, much more
Than I dared to own.

She saw it in my eyes
And wished in half-breath signs
To speak but did not.

As I bit my lip and restrained my scream,
Sweat painted our bodies and soaked her mane.

Yet still I desired another kiss
As sweet as honey or peppermint.

Despite those urgent hips that thrust
Against me.
I long for what I have just mentioned.

Those hungry lips I wish to kiss
As sweet as honey or peppermint.

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Um,Um,Um

There's no prose, poetry, verse or line
That could ever move me like she does.

Bare to my front, naked and soft,
Moving senuously, quivering, melting.
With a sudden rippling thrill,
Building and building, in raptures tease.

She clings to me, in a unconcious rhythm,
Sighing and moaning continuously.

Between kisses and near misses,
Famished for more flesh as racing heart beats rush.
  We touch and touch.

Untill the strange potency of manhood
Falls asleep without demands.

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Herbringer End

The humble dank, dark hall of death
Was quiet, peaceful and stocked.
With corpses bandaged, naked and cold
And not even close to rottening.

Leather faced pretties and fly-blown chaps
Beneath the sheets snow white.
They soon will rise from sudden sleep
   And roam this earth once more.

Behold these brown flesh dregs demised
And smell their morbid fragrance.
That topical scent that's sprayed and meant
     To end all toxic gases.

When the frigid earth has brokened, the dirt still dry
    So soon the dead will bloom.
From crumbling dirt and even worse
They'll struggle free from tombs.

Scartching cloths from decades past
Within their caskets torn
With dirty filthy finger nails in need of manicures.

As mourners moon comes drawing near
Before the grim owls call.
They'll toil the earth in search of him
Who mocked the dead and cold.

You'll cringe and scream and tears will stream
   On the Herbringer of your end.

You'll never again lay a cold bologna sandwhich
      On the chest of the dead again.

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If You'D Return Love

I'd entomb my future and aspirations
     If you'd return love
 The way I give love to you.

Maybe I'd set a funeral pyre
   For my hopes and dreams
     If you made it soon.

I'd sell my soul to Beelzebub
While embracing hell's fire
  The eternal doom.

I'd pledge to thee, all the above
I'll pay all allegiance due.

There's no one so fair or desirable
   As the likes of you.

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Encounter In '89

I am the love of a distant heart.
She is the blind ache within my soul.

Hear my plea and tend to my yearnings,
  For just one kiss I'd give you my all.

         The perfume of you....
         The taste of you.....
Fills my mouth with the sweetest of sweets.
         Each embrace intensifies
      Every nerve within my body.

I worship you each time I made love to you.
Your beauty's radiance is entrapped in my mind.
       I am void without the thought of you....
The powerful and passionate desire of you...
                   The obsession of you.

                    In the final analysis,
                  I learned to love you.
               Enslaved in the joy and torture
                   Of your simulated heart.

             Let the world know I once loved you.
                Let the world know that I care.

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This Broken Heart

This heart broken and shattered
With palpitations at bay.
Shan't ride the storm before the morn
      For I can't stand the pain.

This nausea, this sickness, the pitiless aches
          My lingering illness.
Torments my mind and maddens my brain
         She's gone, my love is gone.

To climb and explore,
The high and large elevations, her Everest.
To fly above each somber cloud, the patches hued with gray.

Who will save ye now ?
When left battered and bruised from falling
While lost within your endless bipolarity.

What angel will swoop down from blue skies
And save thee from those rippling tides?

Allow me,
To offer you my broken heart,
And save you the effort of breaking many more.

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Poetic Limbo

When I think of love
  Its always her
About how it felt, and when it occurred.
   Amore is now my poetic limbo
With booming drums then crashing cymbals.
       An orchestration
    Of rhythm and rhymes
Which has no bridge during frustrating times.

This continuous movement weakens my knees
And forever conducts each yearning need.
         
           Truly a soul
       Can't help but rock
   When his mind's just a beacon
         For lusty thoughts.