amidst these boxes, stacked and labeled--
things owned and quietly forgotten;
amidst these dingy walls and forlorn floors,
and cobwebs gingerly hanging
we jostle and tumble, hungry and heaving--
thigh slide on thigh, hurried and clamping;
dribbling shallow breaths, back and forth
back and forth; yours to mine, mine to yours
tongues grope, thrust and flick,
eyelids fluttering quick;
backs arch, and buttocks glide,
bee stings blossom on backsides
we rise and ebb with the flood of our sweat,
rolling ruggedly on the dust carpet
of the stone-cold floor, as we fall asleep
caked with mud, as midnight creep.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
ride all you can
slowly
I climbed on top
you want me to take charge
you told me
I will love it too
like perpendicular lines
we met at a common point
now feel how wet
the road is
do you still want to let go?
here comes the roar
followed by a grinding
screech
faster,deeper
legs weakening
hips swaying
to our bodies' beats
trembling in ecstasy
your fingers play
with the main
button
please don't stop
i promise I'll be a good girl
I'll push and thrust
like never before
oh my
carousels
merry-go-rounds
bump cars
roller coaster
ferris wheels
and in this confusion of
soaked sheets
and carvival-like rides
let's ride-all-you-can
until it's time to
come
I climbed on top
you want me to take charge
you told me
I will love it too
like perpendicular lines
we met at a common point
now feel how wet
the road is
do you still want to let go?
here comes the roar
followed by a grinding
screech
faster,deeper
legs weakening
hips swaying
to our bodies' beats
trembling in ecstasy
your fingers play
with the main
button
please don't stop
i promise I'll be a good girl
I'll push and thrust
like never before
oh my
carousels
merry-go-rounds
bump cars
roller coaster
ferris wheels
and in this confusion of
soaked sheets
and carvival-like rides
let's ride-all-you-can
until it's time to
come
Friday, December 12, 2008
in remembrance
my sheets burst in flames
as we crackled like firecrackers
lighting up the gloom
in the silence of our cooling bodies
i planted a delicate kiss
on your nape, eyes closed
uttering a silent prayer
for each sweat-soaked thread
tasting all things stale and bitter-sweet
now in cinders
as we crackled like firecrackers
lighting up the gloom
in the silence of our cooling bodies
i planted a delicate kiss
on your nape, eyes closed
uttering a silent prayer
for each sweat-soaked thread
tasting all things stale and bitter-sweet
now in cinders
Monday, December 8, 2008
like flame on my tongue
twenty wintry May
summers simmered me
to arctic coldness;
yet underneath my yellow
moon i moan
still for your taste--
stale warmth
of your breath
here in my mouth,
like flame on my tongue
dancing;
feverishly reluctant
to be extinguished
or released;
swirling,
fiery like whip,
billowing
inside me
devouring me--
a saliva slave,
writhing
for your searing
drops
precious
drops
trickling
torrential rains
on parched plains
of my skin,
til my twenty wintry
summers of May
simmer down
to nothing;
'neath my yellow arctic
moon melting,
effortlessly
like flame on your tongue
summers simmered me
to arctic coldness;
yet underneath my yellow
moon i moan
still for your taste--
stale warmth
of your breath
here in my mouth,
like flame on my tongue
dancing;
feverishly reluctant
to be extinguished
or released;
swirling,
fiery like whip,
billowing
inside me
devouring me--
a saliva slave,
writhing
for your searing
drops
precious
drops
trickling
torrential rains
on parched plains
of my skin,
til my twenty wintry
summers of May
simmer down
to nothing;
'neath my yellow arctic
moon melting,
effortlessly
like flame on your tongue
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
oh mountains, mountains of wonder. how you give such joy to the adventurous wanderer. as i am enthralled by your very nature, can i take a look at whats in your curvature? i hear water drip and its flowing. will there ever be an end to your magnificent being? and forever i will search and always willing
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Check-In ta na!
kung ikaw lumad taga ciudad sa sugbo
mapa-fuente o dalan colon
naglinya ang mga balay pensyon
ngadto sa eskina, labang ka ikaduha
bisan asa kamo maabtan,dili siya problema
usa ka gatos, kinentos, linibo
mapa-short taym lang o sineryoso
didto sa “uptown inns” naay libre pamahaw
apan kadaghanan walay libre bisan sabaw
duko-duko aron dili masakpan
sogo, princecourt ug queensland
nicheck-in si ondong ug inday
"group study" kuno,ilang text ni nanay
ug didto sulod sa kwarto
tibuok gabii hangtod udto
sila gaduwa-duwa ug kalayo..
mapa-fuente o dalan colon
naglinya ang mga balay pensyon
ngadto sa eskina, labang ka ikaduha
bisan asa kamo maabtan,dili siya problema
usa ka gatos, kinentos, linibo
mapa-short taym lang o sineryoso
didto sa “uptown inns” naay libre pamahaw
apan kadaghanan walay libre bisan sabaw
duko-duko aron dili masakpan
sogo, princecourt ug queensland
nicheck-in si ondong ug inday
"group study" kuno,ilang text ni nanay
ug didto sulod sa kwarto
tibuok gabii hangtod udto
sila gaduwa-duwa ug kalayo..
Monday, October 13, 2008
cockatoo sings the blues
as i ate my dinner
i smiled at the moon
the luscious wonder winked
i will be full soon
me too i said
and proceeded to
stroke my head
and she blushed
turning white pale
her reflection though
in the water was blue
but kisses never stale
and the cockatoo sang
as i dined on the moon
as she took her fill
on the grassless hill
i smiled at the moon
the luscious wonder winked
i will be full soon
me too i said
and proceeded to
stroke my head
and she blushed
turning white pale
her reflection though
in the water was blue
but kisses never stale
and the cockatoo sang
as i dined on the moon
as she took her fill
on the grassless hill
Sunday, October 12, 2008
the devirginization of Maria Clara
"Strange how when you're young, you have no memories.. Then one day you wake up and BOOM, memories overpower all else in your life, forever making the present moment seem sad & unable to compete w/ a glorious past that now has a life of its own.."
everytime i dunk bloody pads into the rubbish bin, i remember him. which means to say, i remember him one week in a month, for twelve months, then over and over again until i get pregnant or succumb to menopause. i remember him on all the nights i lay there like a dissected amphibian, even if the succeeding dissections weren't as bloody as the first one.
i remember him. and his scalpel more.
--0--
it was april 3, the second day of my menstruation and i had a pad-with-wings on. the friday before that, i had my nails done and legs waxed for graduation. my pubis was mowed too. the latter, i did not for the graduation rites, but for him, and the thing i have been promising to bestow to him as soon as i get my college diploma.
with a venus-necklined purple top on, my day of seduction started with us having medium-rare steak for lunch. it was orgasmic how he stared on my collarbone more than the steak on his plate. but i let him be, because that day, palatability was my middle name.
--0--
right after lunch, he invited me to come and see his hotel room. (come and see and not go out or go home for the next three days, yeah, i knew that). inside, i pulled the sheets up to my neck and pretended to nibble on cheese rings while channel surfing. but my peripheral vision was checking him as he got rid of his shirt and pants.
"one, two, three, four, five, six," i counted the squares on his abs. "seven," adding the lump beneath his boxers. he then knelt down at the side of the bed, and because my mouth was full of cheese rings, bent lower and kissed my inner thighs.
i panicked, i was sure i smelled iron and i told him just that. to my surprise he chuckled, "this time you have to thank Modess, because i smelled eucalyptus." i let out a laugh, which was of course a bad idea because i felt my vagina spurt blood.
"i won't be able to spread my legs for you tonight," i said apologetically.
"why not?" he shared the sheets with me. "my religion does not forbid blood, don't worry."
--0--
he jokingly pasted our diplomas on the dresser while i was on the shower. we just finished putting ice cubes on my abdomen to temporarily stop my bleeding. promoting abdominal contraction was the first lesson in nursing school that we have effectively applied in actual setting.
--0--
at around 3pm, he attempted to go beyond smelling armpits and pinching cellulites. for the first time since my discovery of the word "grope," i realized it was a bit painful verb.
his breath smelled of mint and lust, his voice spoke of mouth-watering in-bed curses like
fcuk,
sh*t,
and b*tch.
i drowned in the smell of shaving cream and shower gel as i buried my nose on the fine lines of his neck. that very hour, i knew i had to to put Nivea Visage on the altar the next time i see one.
and just when i thought that was all of his divinity, i went speechless with the discovery that his tongue could actually make me levitate.
--0--
now, this isn't the part that i'm going to talk about how the scalpel buried beyond the slice because i couldn't remember a thing. what i know is that when it happened, i understood why virginity is precious, and why it should be given only to an object of affection:
"because it is damn so painful to punch a hole through your body and soul and walk the next day with your legs half a meter apart, that only real love can make you tolerate it."
but before each drill stole my consciousness, i can see my college diploma, proudly hanging by the bedside dresser.
--0--
that was monday at three in the afternoon, and the same scenes were played in loop until thursday, five pm. and i wasn't quite sure if the profuse bleeding on my panties was still menstruation.
everytime i dunk bloody pads into the rubbish bin, i remember him. which means to say, i remember him one week in a month, for twelve months, then over and over again until i get pregnant or succumb to menopause. i remember him on all the nights i lay there like a dissected amphibian, even if the succeeding dissections weren't as bloody as the first one.
i remember him. and his scalpel more.
--0--
it was april 3, the second day of my menstruation and i had a pad-with-wings on. the friday before that, i had my nails done and legs waxed for graduation. my pubis was mowed too. the latter, i did not for the graduation rites, but for him, and the thing i have been promising to bestow to him as soon as i get my college diploma.
with a venus-necklined purple top on, my day of seduction started with us having medium-rare steak for lunch. it was orgasmic how he stared on my collarbone more than the steak on his plate. but i let him be, because that day, palatability was my middle name.
--0--
right after lunch, he invited me to come and see his hotel room. (come and see and not go out or go home for the next three days, yeah, i knew that). inside, i pulled the sheets up to my neck and pretended to nibble on cheese rings while channel surfing. but my peripheral vision was checking him as he got rid of his shirt and pants.
"one, two, three, four, five, six," i counted the squares on his abs. "seven," adding the lump beneath his boxers. he then knelt down at the side of the bed, and because my mouth was full of cheese rings, bent lower and kissed my inner thighs.
i panicked, i was sure i smelled iron and i told him just that. to my surprise he chuckled, "this time you have to thank Modess, because i smelled eucalyptus." i let out a laugh, which was of course a bad idea because i felt my vagina spurt blood.
"i won't be able to spread my legs for you tonight," i said apologetically.
"why not?" he shared the sheets with me. "my religion does not forbid blood, don't worry."
--0--
he jokingly pasted our diplomas on the dresser while i was on the shower. we just finished putting ice cubes on my abdomen to temporarily stop my bleeding. promoting abdominal contraction was the first lesson in nursing school that we have effectively applied in actual setting.
--0--
at around 3pm, he attempted to go beyond smelling armpits and pinching cellulites. for the first time since my discovery of the word "grope," i realized it was a bit painful verb.
his breath smelled of mint and lust, his voice spoke of mouth-watering in-bed curses like
fcuk,
sh*t,
and b*tch.
i drowned in the smell of shaving cream and shower gel as i buried my nose on the fine lines of his neck. that very hour, i knew i had to to put Nivea Visage on the altar the next time i see one.
and just when i thought that was all of his divinity, i went speechless with the discovery that his tongue could actually make me levitate.
--0--
now, this isn't the part that i'm going to talk about how the scalpel buried beyond the slice because i couldn't remember a thing. what i know is that when it happened, i understood why virginity is precious, and why it should be given only to an object of affection:
"because it is damn so painful to punch a hole through your body and soul and walk the next day with your legs half a meter apart, that only real love can make you tolerate it."
but before each drill stole my consciousness, i can see my college diploma, proudly hanging by the bedside dresser.
--0--
that was monday at three in the afternoon, and the same scenes were played in loop until thursday, five pm. and i wasn't quite sure if the profuse bleeding on my panties was still menstruation.
Friday, October 10, 2008
cum conservation
there are nights like tonight. where the silence is so defeaning, even the calligraphy of our sighs becomes ear-splitting.
so we succumb to darkness. to what little heat we could satiate each other with. to the rough sense of belongingness my palms feel when it wanders on the carpeted landscape of your chest. to the surge of eureka each time your tongue dies in my belly button. to the undeniable harmony of my claws and your wings.
to my lips and yours.
to the million little earthquakes we make under the sheets.
and that odd fetish of not wanting to waste even a drop of our explosions.
so we succumb to darkness. to what little heat we could satiate each other with. to the rough sense of belongingness my palms feel when it wanders on the carpeted landscape of your chest. to the surge of eureka each time your tongue dies in my belly button. to the undeniable harmony of my claws and your wings.
to my lips and yours.
to the million little earthquakes we make under the sheets.
and that odd fetish of not wanting to waste even a drop of our explosions.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
how to undress a woman
1. take her hand
2. bring her infront of the mirror
3. stand behind her
4. make sure she sees you
5. caress her shoulders
6. if she has long hair, let it down your self
7. move her hair sideways so she can see you plant little kisses on her neck
8. keep stroking her shoulders
9. make the little kisses bigger
10. suck on the back of her neck a little bit
11. trail those kisses all the way to the flesh just below her ear
12. keep stroking her shoulders
13. move your hands slow and lightly all over her skin
14. that is what you should do with your lips too
15. and with the tip of your nose, trace the outer rim of her earlobes
16. and breathe slowly a warm breathe in her ear
17. do not forget to tell her how great she smells
18. make sure the smell of your saliva will not take away her scent
19. with one hand, hold her chin up and reach for the flesh underneath with your tongue
20. slide your hands down all over her waist
21. whatever you do, do not stop kissing her
22. you may pause but the pause should not be more than 8 seconds
23. look at her from the mirror
24. hold her tight and let her feel your pumping heart on her back
25. grab her waist and make her feel how close you are to her
26. unbutton those buttons
27. unzip those zippers
28. unhook the hooks
29. let everything fall down by itself in ryhtmn with her bodily movements
30. remember you are the maestro, without you conducting, there will be no movement from her
31. if the dress is too tight, kneel on her back and rub your cheeks along her butt cheeks
32. wrap your arms around her and press the palm of your hand on her abdomen and rest your head on the curve of her spine
33. gently pull down her dress, but bend her over if you have to
2. bring her infront of the mirror
3. stand behind her
4. make sure she sees you
5. caress her shoulders
6. if she has long hair, let it down your self
7. move her hair sideways so she can see you plant little kisses on her neck
8. keep stroking her shoulders
9. make the little kisses bigger
10. suck on the back of her neck a little bit
11. trail those kisses all the way to the flesh just below her ear
12. keep stroking her shoulders
13. move your hands slow and lightly all over her skin
14. that is what you should do with your lips too
15. and with the tip of your nose, trace the outer rim of her earlobes
16. and breathe slowly a warm breathe in her ear
17. do not forget to tell her how great she smells
18. make sure the smell of your saliva will not take away her scent
19. with one hand, hold her chin up and reach for the flesh underneath with your tongue
20. slide your hands down all over her waist
21. whatever you do, do not stop kissing her
22. you may pause but the pause should not be more than 8 seconds
23. look at her from the mirror
24. hold her tight and let her feel your pumping heart on her back
25. grab her waist and make her feel how close you are to her
26. unbutton those buttons
27. unzip those zippers
28. unhook the hooks
29. let everything fall down by itself in ryhtmn with her bodily movements
30. remember you are the maestro, without you conducting, there will be no movement from her
31. if the dress is too tight, kneel on her back and rub your cheeks along her butt cheeks
32. wrap your arms around her and press the palm of your hand on her abdomen and rest your head on the curve of her spine
33. gently pull down her dress, but bend her over if you have to
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
text
>: hi...
>: halu...
>: gaunza ka?
>: gailis...padung ko duty
>: akoy taod panty gang beh! hehe...
>: mana noon!
>: tsk. tsk...paet!
cunning
here, let me tell you something:
each time i spread my legs,
i multitask.
i practice my future signature
in cursive like the strokes
you do with your tongue
on my other lips.
this,
while my eyeballs play hide and seek
and i think of our future baby's names
this,
while water leaks out from
god-knows-where
and i worry
cause i just made my bed
this,
while the itch becomes unbearably itchy
and i begin to forget all things
except for when you ask me
if it's in or out
and before the final moan i answer,
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
dashboard confession 1
the deal was to buy it as a drunken mistake.
but i was soOo good,
you were babbling about love
even after hangover.
how would we tell our offsprings
that our love story did not start with love?
that our forever began with a fuck;
a very good one.
panaghiusa
ug sa pipila ka segundo
diri
didto
samtang nagbuto-buto
ning dughan ko
kay
ikaw
ako
kita
usa na
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Patayhopa Ko..
before you kiss me goodnight
i want us to pray together
let me do the kneeling
you do the standing..
as I bow down before you
i trace you with my fingertips
and I can feel you go tumid
in contrast to my soft hands..
with your mouth half-open
i do the same with mine
wet and warm,
i glide easily into the night..
like a snake, I slither in silence
waiting for an unsuspecting prey..
you want it fast, you want it done right away..
but please there's more that I ask of you
grant me this simple request
to taste a little of your offer
to let my lips sample every inch
and let my tongue suck every fiber of your being..
take my warmth, grab my hair
while you moan and whimper..
you can let go now my love
hush, hush it's gonna be fine,
just let it.. let it go.. ..
you know i will always swallow..
i want us to pray together
let me do the kneeling
you do the standing..
as I bow down before you
i trace you with my fingertips
and I can feel you go tumid
in contrast to my soft hands..
with your mouth half-open
i do the same with mine
wet and warm,
i glide easily into the night..
like a snake, I slither in silence
waiting for an unsuspecting prey..
you want it fast, you want it done right away..
but please there's more that I ask of you
grant me this simple request
to taste a little of your offer
to let my lips sample every inch
and let my tongue suck every fiber of your being..
take my warmth, grab my hair
while you moan and whimper..
you can let go now my love
hush, hush it's gonna be fine,
just let it.. let it go.. ..
you know i will always swallow..
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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