I fucked her all over her house, all over my mind.
The lounge chair, the floor.
I shaved her at the kitchen sink. Her perched like an infant and me as gentle as can be.
She knelt on tiles and put her back to shag pile as I bullied and shoved my love around.
I drank her down and quenched a thirst like no other.
She touched and kissed and raised me from rest.
We held each other to quell the shakes, nose to nose, locked at love.
She licked the tears from my cheeks before they scarred me forever, then drove the brine on her tongue into my mouth as if I'd wilt at the lost fluid.
We watched flames dance and mimicked their licking actions as if our flesh was wood.
Knocks at the door and the telephone were ignored along with time.
I strutted naked and ugly and she applauded.
She walked by, a vision of beauty, and I stood silent in awe of the way the air parted to allow her passage and then merged so slowly to caress her back and shoulders. The breeze sighed her name and kissed her nipples hard.
I took my pen and wrote poetry on her stomach, then read aloud what I'd written and scented her approval, tasted her thanks.
The incense burnt cedar-wood and I could fairly see creatures of the forest scurry and perch, twitter and wrinkle their congratulations.










Yellow spine, cowardly fool
wrapped tight, a tension spool
Toe to toe a fighters dream
tough enough, a child-like scream.
Spill the blood, hunters thirst
poor relation the sacrificed curse.
White feather, cower low
scarless brow, a manhood shows.
Silent twin, sibling scream
shared secrets a tortured dream.
A soul relation, schoolyard talk
shackled minds, the crippled walk.
Trophy chain, smokeless eyes
dismembered thoughts, forgotten lies.
Setting sun, the rising swell
take my hand, gates of Hell.
Stolen life on the bloodied tongue
feed the green, staying young.
Fools left spared wear the idiots grin
Unbending will, the wait within.







His obsession
her stupidity
a match made in Hell.
Her weakness
his violence
through the smoke haze who can tell?
Her trim quim beguiles him
his huge manhood weighs him down
Her thoughts taunt him
he's compared to......
words they spread around town
He is lazy
she is crazy
to lose the nothing on her mind
He's cold
she's feeling old
torn apart what do they find?
He sleeps in one room
she dreams of that room
the dark stranger in her life.
She gets excited
his life is private
just an incident locked in time.








Gang banger
butt fucker
long-time
gutter lover.

Big titted
slow witted
blonde headed
knows it all.

Parasitic
human dip-stick
crying baby
always maybe.
orphan child
black inside
God give me some relief.

Death instructor
hate conductor
"Don't you touch her"

Fragile ego
egg-shell life
soap suds
burn arid eyes.

Open cunted
back to fronted
rear-end shunted
20, seen it all.

Clit licking
pussy sticking
finger touching
away from all the boys.

Socialising
vocalising
the words you want to hear
face down sleeping hides the weeping
love denied a tear.

Too young to love
too old to wait
the time at hand that comes too late.

Late nights walking
soft foot stalking
leave the innocent asleep.
Fatted drunkard the Devils chimney
shared moments do they keep.

Fascist brown shirt
loving wet dirt
no-one gets hurt
"It's a joke you fucking fool"

Sterile grinning
never winning
sins unforgiven
to her neck the widening pool.

Revolving door
a no-fuck whore
pleads for more
goes scheming to her death.

Close handed
money grabbing
back stabbing
she'd steal your final breath.

Carefree riding
digit sliding
always fighting
to stay above the fear

Cheek kissing
public pissing
the vital missing
thoughts go with those not here.







Tied to the bed by desire most carnal
flat-back, legs spread, the stiffness internal
the need to offer up the most private part
the bit non-essential, away from the heart
the bit you piss from and stuff with cotton
smelt in, dwelt in, the part never forgotten
for it leaks and oozes at touches just right
the search for the stiff one, that fit so tight.
It's like trying on shoes, only different sizes fit
and slide on the velvet, so moist and so slick.

Do you play with your clit as they slide in and out?
Do you whimper and moan or cum with a shout?

Harder, faster, the slap and the whack
as it's driven again and again, up and then back.

Eyes open or closed
Do you know his name?
Face in the pillow they feel all the same
just a cock in your cunt and hands on your tits
that patch on the bed both yours and his.

When spent does he talk or roll over and snore?
Does he bang away 'til you're red-raw and sore?
Does the johnny with cum get tossed aside?
Does he lick the juice from inside your thigh?
When you wake from your sleep is he still around
or like the rabbit he's gone to ground?
Because that's how you like it, some in and away
a different time now the sobriety of day.
a notch on the bed-post, a memory to wear
will he tell all his friends or were they all there?
awaiting their turn, the victory scream
awake you are now
relax just a dream.