Rainstorming

You're gonna come down in sheets 
And I'm gonna take it
Because I need it
It's a reluctant pummeling
It's a rejoice with a relapse
Sick gray daze
hazes of rain
beating me, bathing me
scathing frigidity
drifting over me

I measure in inches
what you've given
gathered sand 
to keep you at bay
and pray for more
I've raided stores
And boarded up
for your arrival

Come to me
Flood my streets
I'm gonna curse
And vow 
to sleep through it all
but I'll admit,
I am enthralled
watching and waiting
for the onslaught
peeking through curtains
watching puddles turn 
to lakes turn to seas of 
all that we need
and I will squeal
"Please let up."

And it will pound on
until it's done.

You could always get more than you can handle and be grateful for it.

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Vines

I want to be smothered in blackberry and ivy in the inebriated drips of this honey thick heat,
Every barbed tendril puncturing my stifled body,
Oozing my sticky-sweet juice, slathering your whole.
Cover my all, take me in!
It seems all I ever learnt of love is how to succumb.

Inspired!

Shhhhh…

Say something or nothing at all

get out the gag or lets have a ball

hours of words I want dripping down my leg

are stifled by silence, cause me to beg

Lovers forget the keys handcuffs require

wrought in the irons of their verbal fire

Wriggle your whipping tongue in the odes

of impressionable lines, lashes of code

that impress every part of me, exposed

But instead, here we sit, with mouths safety pinned

staring at each other, hand curled ’round armrest ends

hush clenched fingernails deep digging in

Single fingers on lips never rub quite enough

to start dialogue, garrulous dialogue, that strips me to buff

I’ve orifices at the ready to receive your tirade

Articulate diction to undo the bed that we made

Open your mind, our hearts, your mouth, my thighs

I’m all ears, well, almost, if you’re one of those guys

Octopussy

I’d swim right down in
to your inky den
and let every writhing tentacle in
nevermind the oxygen

 

It’s time to get literal
The lighthouse lit the littoral
and aquatic path for clittoral
lapping octet limbs so visceral

 

Knots I’ve swam for that naughty, nautical nymph
and sank below the dismal depths

He takes me and each lack of breath 

ravages me with enzymes till nothing’s left

 

It’s getting graphic, oceanographic

preferring the aquatic over plastic

pleasures derived from drastic

measures steeped in superficial tactics

 

So, I want to squirm with serpentine squid

them putting in and pulling out again

squeezing air, not there, and then

assimilating my flesh until I meet my end.

 

 

Inadmittance

She won’t admit it, but

she wants to be a cause worth pursuing;

To make a man

sprint

trapezius flaring,

jugular bulging,

hands

clenched and pumping

with determination;

tackled to the ground

and ravaged like a battlefield.

.

She won’t admit it,

but she wants to be a territory worth fighting for,

even if she fights back,

she is begging

to be won;

to have a soldier

of desire

conquer her,

to be completely

surrounded

by his might,

to have him launch an attack

so fierce

it will end in

bloody surrender.

.

She won’t admit it,

She will be coy, will put up walls

She wants torn down,

Will wail for her troops

to save her,

But her lusting heart is a defector

Longing to be shackled

And bound, impounded

And pounded into

Succumbed weak yielding torture.

Sangrinora

Start with the ragged fleck of skin from my slender finger

pulling slowly, like a runner root

Let the fresh air be introduced to dermis

wet with it’s raw awakening

Shuck me like an onion

shedding layers and forcing bleary tears

.

Disrobe my entirety, freeing me from the suit of my bearing

divorce the connective tissue

My fluids and nectarous pith

are ripe like summer’s last plum

Get at that rind like a kid on Christmas morn

for I can sense how great your thirst

.

Cup that sanguinal fluid, wring each limb thoroughly

careful not to spill a drop.

Feel my plasmatic liquor

soak your every last cell

Juice it dry, so you can preserve and later savor

that which deserves to be kept in a bottle

The wind: a breath, a current

A breath

went for a walk

with two gallivanting fingers

up and down

her spine

That doormat

sure can hold on tight

when the wind

comes from behind

  

A breath

that couldn’t talk

through pillows and trachea hugs,

exhaled in tears

and darkened stratospheres,

that muffled wind

who can bend and ascend

to the heights of beanstalks

 

Some foreign breath

that blows wind chimes

carries, like rivers,

the silence

and disseminates

the seeds

much like dandelion weeds

to a distant resting place

for unspoken violence

 

The wind: a breath, a current

that strips trees or tickles noses,

waves flags,

shifts sand,

and is a collection

of the sighs

of millions of years’ toil

Obliteration Alliteration

While I tease you stay seated

So to get a rise, I say I’ve cheated

I’m assaulted, not insulted

I’ll beg but never ask

I am victimized whilst you are mesmerized

I am heavily scented, but never consent

While you are stroked, I am stricken

You are baited, and I am beaten

You so brut, I so bruised

A boor, boobs, and booze

wild whipping whet with wheedled whimpers

the bed post spire split to splinters

I confess, as we are confluent, my conjugal convictions

indeed intact, intense, entire, inseparable, intrinsic.

Retracting as you withdrawal

I’ll always be your doll.

Pickinggrapes

They told her she should go to meetings

She didn’t go

They said the healing would be slow

That it would take time to quit hating men

And that it’s normal to consider being lesbian

 

She never uttered a word, seemingly in shock

Who would understand the joy of being stalked?

And to whom could she confide that it was a fantastic ride

That forceful slide

 

“Prevention is key.” they impressed

“You mean, like, don’t leave the window open when you’re getting dressed?”

“Yes, and quit dressing like a filthy whore.

And when you return home, lock your door.”

 

As if collecting a to do list

But planning

for the opposite

Those animals can pick up a scent

And follow it

And what they want, they always get

 

She will be waiting in that parking garage

Red lipstick, stilettos on

Curvy black hair, Seductive dress

Lingering for that quick, sick caress

This is where I want to bees.

 

You were buzzing around

I’ve been warned to steer clear

You were busy and I wanted to be…

With you

 

I followed you home

Into that hexagonal drone

And begged for a moment alone

 

Oh the look in your eyes eyes eyes

The rage and surprise

I could tell I was gonna get stung

 

I’m allergic, you know

I’ll die in your throes

And if you sting me, you’ll die in mine

 

Alas, taunted to no end

He clutched me and began

Abdomen, arched and driving

 

Injecting, stabbing, stinging

My heart slowing, my ears ringing

Warm sticky honey dripping down my thighs

 

Ohhhhhh the rage and surprise!

A good thrashing

Thrashing about like someone with seizures from epilepsy,

but more, you know… sexy.

It’s love, with teeth, biting rope

a kiss a moan a grope

A scream shatters the air

pulled hair

nails running down a back

a smack

Thrashing around like a fish out of water

but you know… hotter

It’s passion with abuse

a caress, a thrust, a bruise

Slippery and reckless, yet controlled

to have and to hold

A sweaty intimate struggle

with a snuggle