She was chaste, celibacy her claim to fameShe felt that gravity had pulled on her form, that age had eroded her vanity.  She presented her vanilla essence as something almost unclean and not wanted.But, when I caress the beautiful, Madagascan...

There’s a hunger within,A ravenous, raging hunger,It’s not for food,It’s not even for water.It is more urgent and powerful than both. It is for your mind,Your creative space. That space from which your lusts are born.  It is for your heart,Which leads me...

Primal Scream

"For the lady of my dreams"

 Primal Scream How can I not paint a picture Of how you looked In the time you proclaimed Your primal scream The look on your face As the scream reverberated your frame And swept up from your core Is etched in my mind Like bass relief, the power The primordial sound Still...

Mirage

"Holding mysef erect while her ghostly effect becomes my mirage."

She comes and goes like some vaporous waves,Some shimmering ghostly apparitions, Undulating on the horizon,Lilting in and out of my life's journey.Is she real or just some blurry banshee mirage,Kissing my senses for but a moment in time,Here then gone,...

Alter Ego Desires

"What she is..."

Every year, around mid-spring, My alter ego comes to play, An eagerness and a hunger settles in, Satisfaction becomes hard to find, Endless roaming starts, As she searches for her release, Every site she spits, every rock she turns, Looking...