A winding road runs true
They say
cruel and terrible things about
the people that I love
but I’m not strange:
I’m me.
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Conflagration
Baby,
I’m burning up.
Look what you’ve done to me –
reduced to no more than a beast
in rut
commanded by intense feelings
screaming at me to thrust,
to satisfy
that heat.
Feathertips
Your hands
gently tracing
my face, my neck, my arms
before encircling my waist and
my heart.
Midnight InDiscresions
My seductive fingertips
and silver tongue of lies…
tracing down past your hips
to in between your thighs.
The beast InsiDe me
Veering through the black,
I face the world raw:
wings hanging from my back,
blood dripping from my maw.
Bless the broken road
I’ve found you after all these years
of wandering with bitter tears
that trickled down my hardened face
that softens now thanks to your grace.
Autumn’s bounty
She had on her the smell of ages
and a vivid passion that still rages.
She asked me for a harvest tryst
and it never occurred to me to resist.
The rite of May
Smelling of rain and fresh-cut flowers,
she was jovial and gaily attired
and I got so drunk upon her powers
that I can’t remember what transpired.
A girl called Sunbeam
How it pains me, the sweet caress
that leaves red scars upon my flesh,
but our lovemaking is such I’m left
out of breath and soaked with sweat.
O yuki-onna
Your countenance, aloof and cold,
serves to draw me towards your side,
so enthralled and lost within your hold
that I curled up at your feet and died.
A (wise) man of two faces 