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oval i ranch
oval i ranch
herding along the trail of delight
envisioning a lasso of the rascal of your stampeding hips
enjoying the heat and the snap of your smoldering bonfire
putting a brand on the night stand where i want to leave a mark
playing the reverse cowboy in a cavalcade of fun
and a rodeo of delight
ruth in recline
...........ruth.in.recline.....
i.can.not.explain.the.lust... .. .....of.your.pose.on.a.sofa
a.pose.that.i.record.. . with.picture.. . ......after.picture
that.is.foreplay.. . ....and.the.push.. . to.hold.back.. . ........desire
causing.. . ......an.exquisite.. . ..................................sexual.tension.. . ........while
enjoying.all.the.potential.. . through........a.viewfinder.
as. ..........excitement.........dances.. . in........the.joy.of.a...........approaching.. . ............night.of.design.. .
whirled
whirled
i am sure you are queen of your world
and the vision that spins like a starry gaze
or cows grazing on fermented dandelions
and to that notion
i am blurred tangents shooting across your skyline
tour
tour
living inside the moment the thought of feeling
your texture
the warmth and the blush
and every heated
contour
wearing belly-tight silk pants
wearing belly-tight silk pants
i’m packing for work town looking at a shirt thinking is that silk
as you might imagine i am thinking of vaginas
the shirt has a paisley design by the way
and i guess vaginas are like silk shirts since i spend much more time enjoying them, then looking at them
springsome
springsome
one has to imagine adventure as warm and sensual
to appreciate the desire that bends through glass on a spring morning
it gives us the freedom to enjoy the bunny hunny from your dish of delight
thrust
thrust
like a jet taking off or hips on a receiving end of a tango line
lusting over the bend of your hips
a great image but i probably should move the clock ahead to daylight saving to 2016
when my force is much more subtle
as if i am a bicycle dreaming of an internal combustion thrust
world of pillows
world of pillows
playing in an adult playground
my vision is of you as a princess
in a queen size bed surrounded by sacks of feathers
and cushions of foam
comfort for your head elevation for your hips
and leverage for my devious desire
a world of sexual delight that is our sensual nest
just
just
let's travel down that road
that is taken slow not because it isn't familiar
but so each curve can be remembered
looking to find lost pleasure
that might be just around the bend
and it might be beyond the sultry off camber delight of your horizons
tan sines
tan sines
musing about the cosine of your hips
as they roll in the surf
as they ride the waves and are measured in pi
with excitement wiggling like foam noodles in the hands of five year olds
and the pleasure tangent
dancing the formula of x and y
then after cocktail hour long slow kisses and why not
articulator
articulator
i’m think about the ardor
as it relates to the broad expanse of your tongue
and the potential
if it were to mambo in my intimate vicinity
it would be wonderful in the world of if
if would be so delightful
lower your hips
lower your hips
lower your expectations into ruckus delight
lower your hips to what your expectations
might be
dip into a pool of desire and make waves with a stroke of passion
play the imp of improvising amusement
swim into the lap of what i could be
play a tune on your lute shaped superego
and skinny-dip into a whirlpool of wonder
frothy delight
frothy delight
sunday and the sun weaves brightness
into the bedroom over my press coffee
the stiffness of my legs seems to be subsiding
and after yesterday’s bike ride maybe my jelly is turning to jam
another sip of coffee and the sun makes demands of my presence
so my reverie of you will have to take a break and float down the river i am off to photograph
questionable advice
questionable advice
i offer you a suggestion
of carnal play
of angles that are not natural to your existence
and the tawdry sloppy delight
you will not be comfortable with giving up control
but the end results perhaps
worth the risk
what is here, but neither there
what is here, but neither there
on the way to warmer, but only 5° to a bike path and some shopping
not your town or a spin around your rim
which of course i would not be opposed to
to curl your toes, to transpire from one tip to the other
but my errands push me one way more
than you pull me the other
your contours
your contours
meet me on the horizon
where your contours are kissed by the sun
where the glowing colors of summer dip below the third meridian
like an olive dropped into a cocktail
the wanton arch of you’re his
not to be confused with the won ton ordered earlier
and the pad thai that makes my lips quiver
like your kiss
enough gin for april
enough gin for april
mixing olives into my gin and tonics
i’m classy
like drunk hello kitty tattoos
i’m listening to a mariners night game not to be a sailor but to hear the train that always sounds off as it passes the field
i’m all about your hips and about your thighs
i’m going to be tired all day tomorrow
i’m going to blame you your thighs, your hips and the thought of kissing you
on a damp trail somewhere in the adirondacks