EARTH ANGEL I don’t know why I came in A sign saying Touch me A table of Alpachas On display Or maybe a Stable fully Aware of The Awe before them A young woman’s Radiant eyes Saying, “We want Everyone to touch “ I felt energy A bright star Drawing me in Towards the back…
White candle Sitting next To the fire Wick alit Slowly running Pushing tenderly Over the rim Pouring down Onto the Stained wood table Building a Luxurious reservoir Lava running wild Out of the mountain top Pushing onward Slowly oozing Towards the sea Blindly consuming Everything in the path Unaware and focusing On the present movement…
Some down and dirty sex. Slam bam thank you mam. Or sir. Is welcomed. If desperate. Lasting sex. Is something desired. Quickies are a thrill. But often leave the soul empty. Tasting of cheese sticks at Applebee’s. Great going in. And going down. Void of sustenance. Leaving regret behind. What is lasting sex? 15 minutes?…
