Last Time

A siren crests the waves

Naked glory

In the rising sun

Hair of seaweed and sand

She called in the fey voice of a thousand birds

For me alone

And though I knew

My heart raced; blood quickened

Following her beckon

A story old as time

Thrown about by the waves

Until her arms steadied me

Erotic rhythm

The soft firmness of perfection

Hard peaks rolled under my fingers

Until she hissed savagely, another trill

In a song of blood lust

Turn the cogs in the sky

Grind the universe to a halt

As we submerge

A last extasy

Rushing to every cell

I am hers

Swallow

Woe is me

Low and under

Until you touch me like a spark

A little stroke

Bit of fire

Jumping out of my bones

Into my fingers

When you fill me

Girth and strength

Tastes of sunsets

Fresh rain on pavements

Relish, eager

This moment of perfection

Vicariousness

Rip the paper clouds

From the laden sky

A leaden catastrophe

As all my words leak

In rivulets down your face

Coat your white wings ashen

Blacken an already tarnished halo

A tongue to taste what I mean

A choke as they fill your throat

But never your heart

Grapple with these possibilities

With a singular weakness inside

You keep coming back

To my siren call

Wading into my perfect storm

Where all the shelter is destroyed

And only open fields remain

To lay and fuck

Under dark midnight skies

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Dryad’s Saddle

In a well lit wood

Stumble into fairy lights

Your feet are feather weight

Under my spell

A man from the mines

Bare chest and dirty

Filthy indeed

Hard as ore dug daylong

Hung as the horse that pulled your cart

Forget him, he grazes

You have only eyes for my slender blade

And dew wet pussy

Spread legs upon a dryad saddle

Think that I am too unsubstantial?

Perhaps you are right, come sunset

But now you can only feel my seduction

Sloan

A gallon hat

Over a desiccated shadow

Spit and cuss

But swear you know how to treat a lady

Perhaps, tonight, harvest moon

When my breasts hang full and bright

We can lazily twist wild grass into braids

Lay deep in the earth’s embrace

Naked, as though we wished it would accept us back into its womb

I’ll slap away your calloused hands

Rolling my soft curves until you can barely handle it

You want to be denied

Stroked

Add your call to the nighttime symphony of crickets

You can almost taste it

Drown in it, like whiskey, poured straight

The cruelty of my fingers a chaser

You will be grateful for the weight of the saddle

For the prick of my spurs

A rodeo circus of depravity

Eight seconds, so you can qualify

Treat a woman right

Mr. Sloan

 

*All characters are fictional

 

 

Ascension

Paint the sky
Beautiful pastel
Singing a haunting hymn of hope
That echoes in the cavernous clouds
I am falling
For your angel heart
Soft feather wings
Let me kiss your candy lips
twist your flaxen hair
Round my sullied fingers
Amongst fields of picturesque flowers
Oh my sweet thing
You have yet to taste
The heady toxin
Of my tongue between your thighs
Lay against the masterpiece
Of the earths curve
Until I turn your head
Breathless
Rhythm of gravity pulling the sea
Your fingers rooting into the earth
Deep and intimate
I’ll bring you down
Slow
Until you shake
Exhaling primal calls
My softness pressed to yours
Wild abandon
Falling into dawns easy light
You will never miss home
Here in my arms

Deserve Better

Shy little thing

Peeking out over my consciousness

I kept you in palm

Took you up to heights

Where your small wings

Felt like an eagle

Every time, you repay me

In soft ways

And lovely words

Whispered in my ear

So that I sleep on sugar dreams

Of your soft flesh

Stretched out in my bed

Pushing back your mousy hair

So I can see how bright those eyes

You’ve been hiding for countless years

They really screwed you

Left you to tears and destruction

But here I am

Master

Rescue

So put it away

Let it float away down a river

Strewn with fire and debris

All your yesterdays

 

My sweet woman

You deserve better

Heaven is Lost

I’ve stretched out your wings

Just to admire the holes

I know you won’t make it

The short trip up

So crash

Burn

Come down with me

I promise a small comfort

Amidst your tears

All this is yours

The wet field of Elysium

Between my thighs

The golden kisses

On every inch of you

Until you can no longer think

Come inside, don’t leave

Heaven is burning anyways

Better to be here

Under my kindness

I’ll treat you right

Into the dark night

Keep your nightmares at bay

Beautiful foreigner

I can speak in the tongue of angels

When you grow homesick

If you only make me your dominion

Rule over me, in strength and power

Become my savior

Lost one

Incubus

A night creature

Crept into my dreams

His fingers yielded darkness across my skin

Teeth nipping at the life pounding through my veins

As I tossed and turned in lucid dreams

Reaching for him in the dark sea of cognizance

Escaping reality as he pulled me up over the horizon

Of heaving travesty

Slow decay, made slower by his ministrations

Every caress of his tongue, every contour

An explosion of ecstasy

Mounting and invading a willing city

Slick with evening dew of desire

How deep, how complete the submission

Until he partook of me

The predator consuming the prey