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Wet Dreams In Tidal Screams…



A flood flows from peaked extraction
tempered temperance in tortured refraction
as it glistens with fluid speculation
rippling with accrued sensual imagination
dipping and diving, slipping to survive
ripping then arriving, becoming alive
purple incandescence with deep blued hues
green with irrelevance of envy accused
foaming felicitudes of love and ire
screaming waves of intimate desire
just pounding the shore to be sure
surrounding the need for amour
a crashing crescendo, invigored ascent
to the peak from the trough, never relent
ride the waves with me, crave with me
intimate passion, just ours to fashion
to our needs, that bleed
to suck seed, to succeed, then read
in each ones eyes we survive
in each ones soul we’ve arrived
unabashed, we splash, our heated pool
unwrapped, still rapt, we play the fool
to fool around in the tides of the swim
with waters bursting as we confide our vim
entranced, enhanced by fluid expression
which leads us to, mutual love confession…


That stone you’ve thrown…drops
into the pool, simply plops
a subtle splash, momentary crash
to rippling ascension
without intervention
from anything…
thus it sings…
so the ring that flow from epicentral power
expand and sing, then grow to a glower
to spark the interest from circular readings
as would the lark of mirkular bleedings
enhance the advance of mental fluidity
askance from a revised true intimidity
entwined, confined, in trust
of our continuity, and fluidity, of lust
so the ripples expand…
as we unite in hand…


Drowning out the sound
of life’s own expectancy
the crashing crescendo of teeming water
abashing innuendo of teasing unaltered
from tempting touches that tingle so much
to pre-empting such as mingling a crotch
tight browsing then carousing
under the streaming flow
fluid lucidity, gleaming head to toe
that sentient blush, that amorous flush
a sensual flush, an expectant crush
closer with devotion, a poser of emotion
drowned in the flourish of lustful tide
crowned to be nourished, mounted to ride
on the rhythmic shooting of the falls
heated sin within, from bountiful balls
love from the depths to creaming delight
my waterfall, resplendent, flowing upright.


And thus from flourishing water now stilled
peace entrusted as love is fulfilled
suspense envelopes each letter written
silence drowns each debt of the smitten
we pool to pull
the tide of derision to anul
our heart is full
the ride of indecision to cull
stormy waters now becalmed of powers
what we sought without qualm is ours…


I drink at your fountains of living love
proffering the fuel in liquid lucidity
resplendent in dual explicity
they feed…

my need for the quenching
opalescence a drenching
of vibrant resolution
from intimate seclusion
wrapped, enrapt in this capture
momentary, a life lived in rapture

oh bliss…
these kisses I expend
never wanting to end
milk as silk to dress the soul
ribbons streamed to unfold
untying the tide of deprivation
tongue proud for salivation
song sung, allowed from a kiss?
to breathe, infuse the infusion
see the moistness, to use a collusion
of enervation in sensation
of entwined escalation
then the food of life will flow
as waters energise to grow
new life…..

now our yearns turn with the tides….
thus we flow and grow inside…


Fenced Sin…redux


I am fully surround
clasped and bound
within these mental fences…
I have no escape
tied and taped
with sin, each of the poetical senses…
my aromatic sensation now sawn
each lustful rose resplendent with thorns
to stab at my heart now torn
to die in defence
astride the fence
a crown of barbed-wire
cutting and cleaving
lost all believing
as my life-blood spills over
draining crimson over clover
thus I wain
never to live again…
unless your kiss so pure
such an aspirational cure
feeds my soul, beholden
reads my goals, be golden
as to lift from my slumber
in elegant controlled number
uplifting and free
from sifting the seeds
of a dream now sown
so I’m never alone…
and if your passion invigorates
my fuel is fed and rigour is spate
I live now to love and enthuse
I live now to forget the abuse
with my body rapt, my mind unwrapped
with you, without being fenced in
we now could begin to love sin
release the shackles and wires
open our deep burning fires
no longer just a game
we burn totally a-flame
and the embers remembered from this fire
will lead us to the way we each aspire…


Yet… Still the thrill of all that matters

To Tory Wets and right-wing mad-hatters

Is, themselves and their increasing wealth

Not, ever, the people they ‘represent’ nor truth e’er to tell

Thus, any party political self loving party broadcast conference

Is but a cussed elliptical of wealth hearty self-assed inference

But hey

The #Maybot still holds sway

E’en with a rasp

Of a throat

Still power she clasps

Her P45, sadly still remote…



Here I be
Swollen yet fatigued
So intrigued by your silence
Unless I speak
Yet we’ve seen past the obscene
Towards mutual thirst
Of shy reticence to pulsating eminence
This throb, we share
Bound by words, sensuality to compare
So, come closer, our devotion now bared
Skin on sin, to taste, no haste
Within, now out, let’s not waste
Lips press in pleasure, first kiss, we treasure
Unlocking all the rage, uncaged eventuality
Shocking in shivers, quivering expectancy will deliver
Now plucked, untethered, succulence be revered
Your moist recognition of our shared position
Come, foist… our bliss
For, one look into each others eyes
We adore, with fun to cook, smothered in sighs

I table a tablature for your temptation…




paint the words of life on the stave
with music to annotate each turn
dance to the script yet be sure to save
your love for the one that you yearn…
transcribe each desire in heartfelt symphony
a tympani to cymbal-ise your feelings
with beating heart the backing to epiphony
and the music of love is so healing…

be there and be here to hear me bare?



Devotion to a Notion…


random words in resplendant time
meanings and leanings spelt in rhyme
enquire to aspire with vocal accord
playing a saying that’s never ignored
compilation of frustration seeping out
listen or be missing, solitary shouts
ambiguety may seem fruity
juices may flow
the unanswered question
to the answer you know
if felicity and pity be drowned by your mind
then implicit simplicity is felt and signed
but the signature from a ligature
unleashes the leash
strapped, capped and without a sheath
purity bared, by soul or skin
rampant wiles shared, sensuality within
you devote, but coldly emote
every word that you provide
and when rhythmic emotions
lead to minds that collide…


A Gust Of Wind…




Morning stillness…

blessed with silent dawn

a new beginning

calm before the storm?

tranquility sanguine in sea green solemnity

early freshness of untainted morn

dew-drops glisten on budding emnities

from bud to petal to floridity new born…

a single beam of sunlight arises

rapacious in capacious new light

encompassing all poles in solar diversity

colours replendent in fragrant delight…

spiders drunk on emptied blue-bottles

in linked spun webs from stem to bloom

silence shattered by shattered shells

as frogs hunt the snails to consume…



a whisper of a wind calls upon the listening

rippling leaves as it leaves belief

a building crescendo of crisp rustling shivers

descends amongst the eclipse of the trees

by clouded skies filled with foreboding

as the storm gathers pace from afar

the whisper evolves into whistling anger

as wind and rain start to spar…

their internal fight spreads out of the ring

and savages through the idyll

battering blooms and silken connections

angry clouds throw heavy overspill

torrents of water drown the illusion

gusts make bust of the sculptured vision

flattened and fallowed, laid in confusion

nature’s beauty beaten by nature’s derision



the calm appears, the land is watered and fed

and new life will rise from those that are dead…


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