Your Stockings

Soft sighed fabric encouragement, fate’s last groping distant digital dream. Breathless wonder, moments found flesh hidden in hearts torn chords. Tight clipped moiré edged delicate mystery filled license for touch keeps eyes fixed on potential theater of flash. Exhibitionist’s delight in private nylon clad show now public, threaded elastic taut lines full of skin defined as sheer hot content. Voyeur-ed borders cause promise to raise its head with the (what’s that going on over there) thing that it does when something becomes real. Almost popped, glossy steel bound belts hold rapt attention’s space between legs sweet lipped notes. Oft remembered revelations of slippery gartered curves, my tongue’s prayer to you, susurrations smooth satin swell touching you again – and there.

Shadows of Mountains

Rivers of Clouds,
shadows of mountains blue night skies whisper of rain

Towns underwater,
fish flying gayly virgin sunlight cries out in pain

Walking on water,
moons green cheese glowing sheep eating meat on the plain.

Bunnies on methadone,
octopi walking
hot summer cars full of trick

What is the question,
here is the answer
when will the what shall we pick?

Wonders of granite
carbon organic
ring thinking wet of the flesh

Blue sky of burgers
guts overflowing
bucket of crispy fried mesh.

Downloaded neuro
wanted for loving
new-rotic shiny and fresh.