and she laughs—
sickly and sweet;
saunters silkenly,
holy down your highway;
tears up her skirt,
cracks up a dance;
to taunt and to tease—
tear you out your wits
oh she crackles—
and you crack;
bones break,
burning and barking
mad;
boiling your brain a soft
gooey goo –
flushable, edible
straight down the loo.
and she sings—
close your eyes,
hear her sing;
lull you sick,
lull you sweet;
loose your marbles
bit by bit
and she laughs—
hoarse as a whore’s,
wild as a child’s;
close your eyes,
close your eyes;
swirl round and round
her rasping, lilting
hurtling lullabye
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
you and Geo
*
those hands of yours i love them,
like how calloused they've been through
time and whenever i see your stories
every moment we draw circles with our tongues
on each other's palms.
it's when i let those fingers run my face that
i feel how it so be adored, tender and wild.
those hands of yours, i love them,
like how we hold pans and mixing bowls and
let our waistlines do the talking as we
cook things and stories in the kitchen.
then, we consume all that is cooked, and all
that is raw.
these hands of mine, know the Geography of your
abdomen and chest, that your stomach are Spanish walls
and your collarbone tastes like Brazil.
these hands of mine found the best post-orgasm spot
in the world, and that is your chin, held so soft
between them,
then we kiss to the music of our souls
and our bodies fall to sleep, bare, whole.
and yes, in the middle of the night i catch you
taking photos of my face, asleep
and so the morning will catch us awake,
making out with the sound of the rain from the North
making love, forgetting if it's the fifth or the fourth.
*
those hands of yours i love them,
like how calloused they've been through
time and whenever i see your stories
every moment we draw circles with our tongues
on each other's palms.
it's when i let those fingers run my face that
i feel how it so be adored, tender and wild.
those hands of yours, i love them,
like how we hold pans and mixing bowls and
let our waistlines do the talking as we
cook things and stories in the kitchen.
then, we consume all that is cooked, and all
that is raw.
these hands of mine, know the Geography of your
abdomen and chest, that your stomach are Spanish walls
and your collarbone tastes like Brazil.
these hands of mine found the best post-orgasm spot
in the world, and that is your chin, held so soft
between them,
then we kiss to the music of our souls
and our bodies fall to sleep, bare, whole.
and yes, in the middle of the night i catch you
taking photos of my face, asleep
and so the morning will catch us awake,
making out with the sound of the rain from the North
making love, forgetting if it's the fifth or the fourth.
*
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
the tides, part 6
Note : The following is an original story by the author. While he believes in the idea of intertextuality, he is also a firm believer of the concept of intellectual property, and will invoke his rights under the Copyright Law to the full extent, should his story be subjected to acts of plagiarism.
________________
In the end, the light from their bedside lamp could not compete. It grew paler with each passing moment, as the warm glow of tangled hearts and limbs slowly lit up the room, throwing frenzied shadows along the walls. The old airconditioner nearly broke down with the rising heat, and the green curtains turned yellow with envy. In the aftermath, their once-pristine sheets lay crumpled at the foot of the bed, drenched in sweat. Clem’s head remained buried, deep in Theo’s chest; his ears still throbbed in unison with Theo’s heartbeat, when he heard him ask—
“Why did you say hi?”
“Huh?”
Clem looked up, struggling to see Theo’s face through sweaty eyebrows, as his eyes still stung from the sweat. He just closed them and listened to Theo’s voice, as it went on—
“At the party, when we first met. Why did you say hi?”
Clem knew at once. It wasn’t a question that demanded answers. It was a question asked in dreamy tones, in a voice that only Theo can deliver, in a perfect mix of wonder and innocence. They have played at it for as long as he could remember, and this would be the time when they would lie side by side, facing each other, to look into each other’s eyes—
“Oh, that question again?” A teasing look would erupt upon Clem’s eyes, cascading like dazzling fireworks in a cloudless night sky.
“I just needed to be sure”.
“To be sure of what?”
“That you did not confuse me with someone else, hehe.” At this point, Theo’s hands would already be running through Clem’s hair, picking up a bunch of strands to twirl delicately through his fingers, ever delighting with their silken smoothness.
“Why would I take you for somebody else? Did I look like I confused you with somebody else that night?”
“No, I just...”
“Shh... no need to talk, then.”
Fevered kisses in lamplight.
“But you’re a matinee idol, and I’m just one of the regular guys”.
“Who says you’re regular? You’re the most special person in my life”.
________________
In the end, the light from their bedside lamp could not compete. It grew paler with each passing moment, as the warm glow of tangled hearts and limbs slowly lit up the room, throwing frenzied shadows along the walls. The old airconditioner nearly broke down with the rising heat, and the green curtains turned yellow with envy. In the aftermath, their once-pristine sheets lay crumpled at the foot of the bed, drenched in sweat. Clem’s head remained buried, deep in Theo’s chest; his ears still throbbed in unison with Theo’s heartbeat, when he heard him ask—
“Why did you say hi?”
“Huh?”
Clem looked up, struggling to see Theo’s face through sweaty eyebrows, as his eyes still stung from the sweat. He just closed them and listened to Theo’s voice, as it went on—
“At the party, when we first met. Why did you say hi?”
Clem knew at once. It wasn’t a question that demanded answers. It was a question asked in dreamy tones, in a voice that only Theo can deliver, in a perfect mix of wonder and innocence. They have played at it for as long as he could remember, and this would be the time when they would lie side by side, facing each other, to look into each other’s eyes—
“Oh, that question again?” A teasing look would erupt upon Clem’s eyes, cascading like dazzling fireworks in a cloudless night sky.
“I just needed to be sure”.
“To be sure of what?”
“That you did not confuse me with someone else, hehe.” At this point, Theo’s hands would already be running through Clem’s hair, picking up a bunch of strands to twirl delicately through his fingers, ever delighting with their silken smoothness.
“Why would I take you for somebody else? Did I look like I confused you with somebody else that night?”
“No, I just...”
“Shh... no need to talk, then.”
Fevered kisses in lamplight.
“But you’re a matinee idol, and I’m just one of the regular guys”.
“Who says you’re regular? You’re the most special person in my life”.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
behind the covers
for behind the covers
he wrapped her in his arms so tight
she felt the thoughts of his brain
the beating of his heart
the hardness of his desire
so electric
so wonderful
---
from the erotic writings of Claire
Monday, August 31, 2009
hold your breath and take my hand,
let me roll you on that golden sand
as we make love, i'll watch the sea in your eyes,
in the glow where the silver moon dies
let me roll you on that golden sand
as we make love, i'll watch the sea in your eyes,
in the glow where the silver moon dies
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