Venus at Vesuvius

feel of flesh against fresh cotton
life lingering tickling hairs standing
to attention at the mention
of a tingling touch

fingers trigger silk implosions
limbs exploring whims and notions
warming from the inside out

urge to shout

tip of tongue tracing contours
hard palate to soft
trembling chest breath expanding
undulating deep contractions

blessed by hands
that understand the mistress’s command.
bleary-eyed she lies

ecstasy rising

fox-trotting to a central spin
staccato steps on a pelvic floor
turns burns
first burst

bubbles to the surface
voluptuous volcano
molten lava spewing

Venus at Vesuvius

Published in: on January 29, 2007 at 11:22 am Leave a Comment

Sole Trader

I said I do
not wish to sell
my soul for any
old shoes.

A self on the shelf -
Animal hide moulded
Leather clad lover -
Perfect pair.

Sliding into you
feeling my heel
squeeze against your hard back -
Adrenalin attack.

Your sole enveloping
my bones – kissing
between my toes -
Curling lotus foot.

Caressing my ankles
in tender devotion
strapped to me -
Emotion explosion.

A slip of plastic
making me moan
Sloping through electric doors -
We elope.

Published in: on January 15, 2007 at 1:05 pm Comments (1)