Basa nga Papel

Sa lugar sang kalinong
Imo lang mabati.an ang hagogol sang mga ginhawa
Kung sa diin sila nagala-ot sang hangin nga pwedy magabot
Ukon basi sa mga laway nalang sila naga sige ka kapyot

Miskan sa diin nalang nga lugar, ukon bangga naga padayon
Miskan ga pa tindog nga posisyon pwedy sa gihapon
mga pisti nga kalipay, sila naga laplapanay
nga daw mga uhaw sa priska nga unod kag gutom sa panit nga mahamot

Para sa ila ang bilog nga syudan katri sang kadamakan
Sa ila ligwa ang kasal-anan kag ang kadungulan
Sa ila hampangan lang ang mga mahumok nga kalawasan
Kay sa ila ang pag painit amo ang bulong sa magal-om nga kalibutan

Daw kanami lantawon sang amo ni nga syudad
Wala away kag ang katawhay lng ang imo ma pyaran
Kay ang tanan maalwan
Sa imo pa-ihatag ang ila kalawasan

Imoral man sila lantawon sa aton mga mata nga harapon
Pero amo ining lugar nga aton tanan gina handom
Indi talang mabaton sa aton katawhanon
Ukon indi talang gusto tawgon nga isa ka manyakon

Pero ang ining pagdamgo sa sulod sang kalayo
Makapaso kag makahalapdi sa mata ang mga luha sang paghuna-huna
Kay kabublay mag sagi ka damgo kag mag paminsar
Labi nagd kung ang ara sa tubangan nga naga sikang-kang..ang maestro mo nga imo gina bakuyan

Words by Ayzee Alvarez

Artwork by Nonon Yee

lisay sa bugan

nagkabug-at ang kahilom.
ug maundanon ang pagkahagsa
sa imong gininhawa.

kay nipatighaya kanato ang kalibotan,
maong dalikyaton ko paghangop
ang kapunggion nga lanot sa gutlo.

asa ko man ipahimutang
ang gahunob mong pagbati?
unsaon ko pagbakwi ang gasungsong
nga panganti sa hubag mong wait?
kapila ko man hamagon
ang pag-ikid sa libuhan ka agulo?

ang matag pangaliya mapihing
inig ka pikas sa tumang kauhaw.


-- Adonis Durado
http://www.mubongtsinelas.blogspot.com/

love at first prick

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

so whatever happened to you out there?

they asked.

and i said, "Everything."

;)

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.
*

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.
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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”.

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

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 us move me closer to creation

with your vaginal excretion

and my penile explosion

and make beautiful works of art

as colors of ecstasy

envelope your body

bundak

-

sa pagbundak sang ulan
ang imo mahumok nga kamot ginakahidlawan
arang,pagdakup mo sa akon nga liog
pagdilap, pag puron puron nga daw man-og
sa atop gadalhay ang kabasa sang langit
daw balhas nimo nga sa akon hita, nagahapit
ginapiyong ang hunahuna sa kada daguob
daw imo mga ugayong kag hinay nga ngurob.

sa pagbundak sang ulan
ginakahidlawan ko ang imo ulonan
kag ang pagkalam sang akon tutunlan
samtang ginahimas mo ang imo atubangan.

-

Sa ilalom sa tugkaran

Ulahing tayhop para mamatay ang kandila,

Agiik sa kawayang salog sa kada tamla.

Mga lakang sa tiil nagdahunog,

Gagmay'ng hunghong gapaningog.

Dayon silang duha mibuklad sa banig ug habol,

Tagingting sa bakos nga giwakli mikagulkol.

Pitik sa panty ug pantalon ang misunod

Mga ngabil nga gapanikla sa kada sakyod

Gamay nga syagit nilabaw sa tunga

Ligid-ligid sila, mura'g walay ugma

Duha ka lawas nagka-hi-usa,

Mga agayay gahinayhinay ug dugwa.

Uyog sa mga haliging gasagiik,

Nagkakusog, mura'g naay mubusdik.

Uyog sa payag miabot sa kusina,

Kagilkil mga plato, tinidor ug kutsara.

Sa tukna nga hapit na sila mahuman

Ako, nga dia sa ilalom sa tugkaran,

mihinayhinay ug tindog para dili makit-an.

Apan sa wa damhang panghitabo

ang bugsay nga gisandig,

nahulog patubang sa akong ulo.

balak ni gongong

----

this poem as the author puts it, is a parody of kikit's When two become one and he meant it to be comical and amusing.

When two become one

Lamplit cozy room
Inviting soft bed
Comfy sexy ambiance
Perfect ecstatic moment

Tender yearning gazes
Ticklish exciting whispers
Warm intimate cuddles
Gentle wandering touches

Stripped abandoned clothes
Sweet torrid kisses
Twisted possessive tongues
Inflamed naked bodies

Wild explored art
Low arousing moans
Expressed passionate feelings
United elated souls

Aah, love!

Scribbled by kikit

kung moutog ang balak

ang balak, kung moutog, di magsaba.
daw may kaugalingong hunahuna,
di kini mananghid kung mosaludar
ngadto sa ka labong sa panganod,
ngadto sa ugdo sa kabungturan,

ngadto sa liki sa bugan sa pangpang.
usahay, motuskig lang kini og tuyo
ug di moilag dapit o panahon –
kung moutog kini, hala moutog kini,
bahalag di bilangkaran sa higayon.

-- Adonis Durado

lust and sensuality

tonight my beautiful lover

let me soak your skin with lust

like water on paper

& on your clit head i'll pound

my tongue hammer

art by nonon

SIMPLE FUCKING SHIT!

Fucking shit! Fucking Shit!
You fuck me like a shit!

PF. post-fuck. passion=filth.

*

the holes in me have found their
mischievous purposes through your fingers.
we destroy the line between

passionate
and
filthy.


passionate:

like
uhm, when, you sweep my breasts with the
flex of your tongue and the tenderness
of your palms

when you close your eyes as you slid into mine
and you sword the kingdom between my thighs.

when you stare at me when i cum and you,
y o u
smell my shoulders as i fall back on the sheets,
to retain such post-coitus bliss.


filthy:

oh fuck like how you tear yum and pain apart
by eating my seed down there. oh shit, oh shit
like how i wet your inches with my mouth
deep throat. so deep that i almost choke.
oh glorious fuck!
like how we warmed up the cold bathroom tiles
when you banged me on the wall
on my first, heavy
menstrual night.

( )

(na(adik) (ko)g (pare)nthesis)
(di (na) ko ka(pugong) og gamit)
(mora kinig hag(aw)h(aw) sa t(itik)
sa tsis(musa)ng ((((nag)pa)hi)pi))
((pugaran) sa itl(o)g nga pul(o)ng)
(((matryosh(kang(mo)ni)ka)ng)linya)
((kibot)(kibot) sa (pag(duha)(duha))
o ga(usab)(usab) nga (huna)(huna))
(ug kinsay dili (hisalikwa((ut))gan)
kung s(ipit)an (ku(mo)ton) niini
d(uha) ka inosent(eeeee)ng tuldok)

( . ) ( . )

-- Adonis Durado

tagu-tago

tagu-tago ta.
ikay tago, akoy hago.
ikay hipos sa imong kaugalingon,
akoy pangita sa kalag nga moluhag.
usa, duha, tulo…
basta ang sabot kung hisakpan,
way syagitay… way pyaitay
inig tiklo nako nimo luyo sa parador,
mohurar ka ngadtos way purol.

-- Adonis Durado

I'l be there

I will long and wish to hold you
...close and near,

And when you're there
...I’ll be waiting - I’ll be here.


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see more of my artworks at blographics

united

take me...
feel me...
and be united with me

summer cake

*
if there is something very poetic
that could vividly describe

"yummy nirvana"

it would have to be
your very face,

the moment you
slowly stab your hardness

into my longing

melting
crust

and the whole place
shakes

turns into

a giant oven

and we're these little girl
and little boy

licking everything
every piece
every crumb


even the after-taste
in our fingers

aaaahhhhmmmm...


*

guiding light

pillow come to me

the adventures of maria

the annunciation the ascension the assumption

bonded soul

You look at me

I look at you
And it's like a natural rhythm
We dance the same music that only the two of us can hear
Our souls bonded into one

let me hold you all day

let me kiss you every hour

let me thrust in you every second

till our love juices turn sour

rubber-ducky

I reach for my bed posts as you plunge
Your head between my legs, bobbing—
Like my rubber-ducky, i turn; yellow with fever.

love ballad

included in our behind closed doors exhibit

midnight voodoo

Midnight strikes. The witching hour begins.

You are in a darkened room filled with tight, glistening bodies. the lone light bulb is in a losing battle with the thick steam that clouds the mind, and heightens the senses. Sweat mingles with heat, heat mingles with intent. You are all three, now: sweat, heat and intent; as you find yourself the pulsating center of that tiny room filled with bodies drenched with lust.

A hand slowly tugs at you from under the covers of your towel; its cadence slowly sending sparks across your body as you moan that first moan. Fingers work your chest, bringing your nipples to the right amount of hardness. Moist lips flutter around your neck and your arms. You arch your back and stare into the mist; it hovers, observing the spectacle below; with you sprawled in royal adoration by your subjects. It hangs suspended, readying itself it seems, for the great dive. A hand grapples with your towel, loosening its hold along your waist—in seconds it will lie limp on the tiled floor; in seconds, higher rituals will commence.

You feel tongues now, playing in the hard, sloping grounds of your chest; rivers of saliva run copiously and freely on your thighs. The mists have come down now, playful, staring at you directly in the eye. It stings. You close your eyes for a moment to hold your ground. Until now this grey entity have not revealed its intents to you—is it another one of your admirers, or another queen bee in this damp and dreary place? Slowly, you open your eyes in time to see the mists parting; deliberately it seems, to reveal the faces of your ardent slaves. Not exactly of prince charming’s ilk; but more like heaving ogres readying for the kill.

In your mind you scream silent screams.

Clock strikes five minutes past midnight. You walk out of the darkened room with the flickering light bulb, still breathing.

big bang theory

let us move me closer to creation

with your vaginal excretion

and my penile explosion

and make beautiful works of art

as colors of ecstasy 

envelope your body

the only integrating i'm gonna do
is when i jab my cum filled shaft on you

say yes

ghosts in the mist

The steam floats like an eerie ghost blanketing you in the gloom. Behind you a lone light bulb flickers, red and unsteady. You squint a little to adjust your eyes; and in the corners of the room, out of the mists, gray figures emerge—huddled like crows drenched in rain, along tiled benches. You shiver. In excitement and anticipation. A lump thickens in your throat, like when you ready yourself for your first sip of black coffee. A hand tugs at you from behind, feeling your waist, brushing past the towel draped so precariously on it. you look behind you to find yourself drawn to the eyes attached to the hands; to that wicked smile that seem to say, “tag, you’re it”. you smile back. He says “wanna go up?” you let him lead you, out of the room of gray ghosts, up, toward that room of sliding adjacent doors. You walk past across endless stares, across vultures perched on their imaginary branches, sizing up each other til the first one gives in. you hear a sudden click and you realize, you are shut in with him--the owner of the hand that tugged at you, closing the sliding door. You clear your throat of that lump, and you fumble for words; while he, smiling still, pulls you free of your towel into his own nakedness.

further down the field

corns

i plunged my sword to the fairy mound

when nobody but the fairy was around

when you are sexless

agulo: ang balak sa bule

ug matag gutlo
sa kada sagunto
ikaw ug ako
moagulo

moagulo
mo agulo

mo
agu
lo

magul-an

sampak
sa imong bugan
ug akong
bugan
sa imong dughan
ug akong dughan

imong bugan akong dughan
imong dughan akong bugan

kainit
kayat
kuryente!

dagayday
sa kada ngilit

ug ang kainit
sa kada piit

mamilit
makapahiwi

MAKAPASINGGIT!

magsangyaw
sa himaya

daw langit

langitnong
himaya

kay langitnon
ang dila

subay
sa kandiis

subay
sa sampot

subay
sa kandiis
sa sampot

lahos
sa kigol
sa kibot

lahos

sa kahibulongan

nagawsan
gigawsan
gawsanan

sa
ikaw
ug ako

kay
ikaw
ug ako

kahibulongan

lahos
sa tinubdan

sa way kaugahang

sapa

ang imong bisong


kay kitang duha
magul-anon

Once

The coldness of the night can not harbour
The bodily heat emitting between us
Your voice alone resonate shivers of longing
The more I want to feel you
Inside you

Your body so close, glistening in sweet sweat
In satisfaction
Bemoaning the pleasure
Sweet as your eager lips that want to be caressed

Swaying in motion with the night
Rhythm of flesh against flesh
A mixture of sweat and saliva
Of pure ecstasy

The power of you and me
Of you on me and me in you
Our hunger for each other, insatiable
As the night blankets us from prying eyes
While the stars grow envy of our oneness

Candles burning, lighting our midst
Our bodies glisten like golden twirls
As we are, for tomorrow we won't be

© 2009 Mangtas

just between our eyes

your eyes tell me
you still want more

of my creamy

so cream me dry
cream me more

make my eyes
scream for more

flying trapeze

body 2 body
cheek 2 cheek
lying in this bed
with one goal in my head
body 2 body

cheek 2 cheek

make you come
service you w/ my tongue
body 2 body
cheek 2 cheek
our bodies burning
stark naked in this four by four air conditioned room
body 2 body
cheek 2 cheek
two souls soaring

reaching the highest peak
body 2 body
cheek 2 cheek
you asked me to stop
i thrust more
you begged me to go faster
until you gushed and you roared
body 2 body
cheek 2 cheek
time has passed by
its time to move on
you suggested another position
a new one we could call our own.

- RaMiNi

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