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Sweet Addiction Mistress

Golden wings, sweet tongue flying.   Sugar girls, film noir. Toes touch necks, scratching grind  – rhythms not sane.   Polished bright for all. Come one, come all. Tent of covers.   Spot in corner. Sweet addiction mistress.     Grab … Continue reading

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Fresh Peppered Loin

Blackback stares, shares secret beats with rouge-bright skins, a patter of later tomorrows, future rounds of bouts – beating hands – airstream shapes, thinking mercy, give us beat, ignite our cores – loosened lips, sweet smell of mold – lay back dreamer. … Continue reading

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Honey Pie

I’m so sorry honey pie, I got the mixed up tone and whipped up cream. I love you honey pie, of all the ones who flew me up and shot me down. I feel you honey pie, dear sentiment, my sweet rhyme. … Continue reading

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Little Pink Matches

Grace follows a girl who whispers love and wears a sweat in gentle tufts; corn and syrup.   Positively lovely, adorning the sky with curling lace and little pink matches, waiting to strike.   45 rpm, soprano lilt; return dear scent, fond … Continue reading

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Blue For Me and Black in Spades

Blue for me and black in spades.   One up and down with running totals – marked in blue and black for  you.   Blue of me who counts my cards and wilds imagination – blueways.   Black in prairie … Continue reading

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Tame My Monkey for Smokes of Hot and Fetching Breath

Dizzy rates high and lists of bars lowered.   Tame my monkey for smokes of hot and   fetching breath.   Soon darling soon.   Polish to gleam   and inspect  your hole.     Your encase and clinks to ground excite my ears. … Continue reading

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Bellow the Bloat and Waste the Lamb

We stand outside and bathe – in starlight and glow, of histories in context and roots.   Lives begun and deaths upon, stream showers of  eternal end and story.   Les lumières in canopy holding essence and finds – us who seeded the ground, that planted … Continue reading

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Once More for Making Sure

Release the heat and lick my soul with cleansing flames. Once consumed, I will be free of earth and space. Onward sentimentalities; give our embrace tonight – is certain. Turn the dial and etch the settings. Once more for making … Continue reading

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Peckered Inch That Dangles for Nothing

Here we goes, the trip begins and in back, so black to the crowd, someone yells – “go baby go”.   Let’s put this machine to the test and grind it out with redline fire and give it some all the way heroics.   We’ll insert the … Continue reading

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Time Drips Down and Down

Abbreviated love this afternoon, until light strikes clouds and hours roar near. I think it often while extending moments and ticks, until my sun who shimmers; circles along my chest. Happy is the word and content for hands; that touched … Continue reading

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Beat of Our Dreams, Sweet Thoughts

We climb to the stars baby – the stars’ ladder. We are those stars of charts and meanderings through the crystal skies, the jet-plane paths and blue oxygen. How far I climb is up to me, but all I see … Continue reading

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I Tap and Dance Your Beat

Where you go, I will follow, in tune and in time. Yes in dark, of course. Yes to all. Because, I believe. If shadows pull my curtains down and a northern breeze prevails, I will follow. Your song. No distraction will … Continue reading

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Fuzz Fuzz Fuzz and Feedback Thrills

Lightning strikes me baby; oh man, it does. All tapered strings and such light moves. Downward licking – the voltage makes me high. Give me shake and push me raw – I want to hurt down low – so down. Your shrill … Continue reading

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My Grump and Grind Act is Back to Feast

Back like baboons – full of grumps to grinds; my pleasures are theirs. They obey my commands! You guessed it old world, my new world troubles. The monkey house riots, are back in town. Here little monkey with feed-song screech. Claw … Continue reading

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Her Breath Greases Grip

Hair sweet movement – stops and starts while breath fixing down, way down – she hangs to life. Oh, she sees no end in sight. Poor baby lost in lust, an addiction to white boys and servants. This is final she … Continue reading

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The Lounge (once more)

Such a polished act, “who you mean”, your obscenity and crawling nails, they scratch the sidewalk, we lost all hope for You and walk with dark eyes; thrown from Your arms. You held the tickets, of children whose dreams and … Continue reading

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Travels Much Whimsy

37 points geographic, a plan – they say so in French. 48 feelings matched by same or less equal sentiments, of feeling lost by winded breath. Drop point here and travels much whimsy. Learn the new peculiar with abandon. Strengths … Continue reading

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Dancing Hands

This life perilous and tantalizing – angels yawn fables of dreams. Let me see a peek and show your side of heaven. Give rhythms and dance – just show me. How rushed our time plays and how dreams are made, … Continue reading

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Midday Fun

Skinny-scenting, sensual and drums, quiet times in memory, touch my taste and odor; beat my burns until they heat.   My trapper of felines whose legs part, more and more, sensual  in blue, hot in black, nails dark, at noon and … Continue reading

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An Underwater Vision of the Ground

To drown, a drowning,
an underwater vision of
the ground Continue reading

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Slapped Thighs, Bound Wrists

Clop de clop, scuffle along – seek us now – we lost
you dear, we suffocate. We kneel – we fear –
slapped thighs, bound wrists – suffer quietly among
the light – my moon. Continue reading

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Throwing Pitch Across The Water

Wave upon lap and slow-downed flavors – reminder
of trees out west, plants above a knee; sniff and snuff;
browned nose. Continue reading

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Whew – Sweat Down Beads of Sweat

Spank my hand and twist my finger – but don’t plug my nose –
I gotta smell – I want to taste… feel the thrill, oh don’t give it up –
so easy – so simple, filthy girl. Continue reading

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Mist of Sad Songs

With the sweat of icons and glistened pearls in stone, she wept for lambs lost, generations plowed under and sweet potatoes that sun themselves. This south, sweet heritage of folds, of historical nuance and terrible crimes. Lay with me tender, … Continue reading

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Swept Among the Currents

…while dreaming song

and swept among;

the currents. Continue reading

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