She smiles and giggles at how i repurpose my shirt ties into handcuffs and a blindfold with some basic knotwork.

She’s bound, tied and blind but not fearing for her life.

Curled toes and moans followed by grins indicate the reaching of a limit.

Excitement takes ahold and what escapes me looks like ropes across her body.

Further securing the visual bondage.


Covered in Paint

You choke the shaft of the brush,

wet the tip with what looks like spit

and begin to stroke.

I blush and hush my screams,

from seeing the streaking paint cream,

leaking onto your fists.

Yet you maintain a firm grip and

giggle at how I’m stoked

from your every brushstroke.

You’re talented, creative and reckless

when you allow the paint to spray onto your canvas.

You finger paint with the clumped up droplets and

smile at the masterpiece you accomplished.

While ignoring the paint sprinkled around your eye sockets.

Backseat ABG

Gripping thighs, bent over grinding,

embracing bodies and hearts pounding.

Eyes trace your face, tongues dance with a mouthful embrace

and blissful kisses surrogate what heart’s wish to communicate.

Call n response without speaking, our fellacious conversation

has my mental peaking and erect at attention.

Because through motion our souls are sensationally connected.

Biting lips paired with lustful stares are exchanged and

you got me higher than I’ve ever been.

Biddy-da-dum, you got me boo’d up and stoned like a biblical whoore.

Saddled up, thrusting and palms suffocating your moaning.

Your hands touching the ceiling,

to find your balance while face-sitting.

I’m elatedly happy,

I can’t control my anxiety,

when we say simultaneously

“I can’t get over thee…”

My heart’s dancing and truck’s suspensions shaking

to the rhythm of this Asian baby girl’s feelings.

Not Enough Time

We met at ‘hatchi” for fun and karaoke,

then created a bond after feasting Japanese curry.

You laugh and fidget with your cigarette,

at the illicit words that spew out my face-spigot.

I’m sipping coffee and staring at you wondering,

“Where the hell have  Y O U  been!?”

Mesmerizingly long legs with hips that sway,

Leaving me drooling, begging to stay for another day.

“Better late than never” were your words to secure our stint together,

as I’m stuck hoping for another chance to see each other.

She’s a feminine dime with a tremendously sublime mind,

erecting connections worth keeping across our distant continents.

Caught in a bind and searching for more time,

we fight the clock to rock before my plane docks and takes flight.

With no disguise I stare into her eyes

and smile at how our hearts coincide.

Wounds open and honesty floods our ears,

It’s clear how the years have not been kind to our fears.

We’re two wordsmiths sharing the gift of description,

able to explain what’s really trapped in our observations.

I regret not meeting you at the beginning of my trek,

but I’m not upset at our hours spent.

Your only demand is to “cherish the moment,”

while I’m trying to s t r e t c h these last minutes.