High Heels

High heels

At Cemetery

among tombs and strange people

A widow so sad

At least she had a moment

One tear to share for the dead

At  Restaurant

you could see two long legs

on her black high heels

as a good living widow must be

At house

alone, the sun going down

a widow not so sad

waiting for whispers and rides

as night falls

while the dawn comes!

and morning rises!

her curled hair wraps other’s face

and all is allowed to get in

into those chastes thighs and legs

the hot breath, the caresses … the kisses

And finally!

in a frenzy’s moment

she cast out His photo

breakable memories  on the floor

One more spasm!

And He, as a good dead man has to be

remained  dead

among tombs and strange people

Saint Love

Benedictum Est!Saint Love posed his hands on mine
and ripped out all my clothes
without special attention
my inner thighs , my hair
all wrapped in a scent of cigarette

and carelessness

touched by a saint kiss
my breast my hips
every night as a clock

I wanted to ask if that is forever
As all Saints say YES

when the time would stop
before fiery love consume on me

But Saint Love shut out my mouth
with saint hands
~tied me up~
and all started again

until my tears and supplications
~kneeling over him~
were just past tense

Between Shakespeare and Bukowisk!

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you trace my back

 

with yours slender fingers

 

 until i kneel down 

 

 in solemn adoration

 

 

 

 

 

I am asking ~without words~

 

and cursing all my clothes

 

that you gently remove

 

 

 

you divide my body 

 

half nude ~half expectation~

 

and i fall soundlessly ~petal by petal~

 

loving in secrecy your perverse style

 

 

 

 

 

that is all i remember from your love

 

that you starts as Shakespeare

 

on my bed

 

 

and ends as  Bukowisk ~ slamming the door~

 

 

 

 

 

Call me….

there Lost!

calling me ….calling…..  insanely beautiful
the fog, the ocean, the love
Call ! Call me insanely beautiful!

the boat’s fighting with the foams
and foams dripping in your face
Call…  call  me at that moment~ insanely beauty~

the key opening something
the desire closed forever
and you call and calling me insanely Beautiful

 

Blamed and shamed

in  between…in the middle
dwell a hidden desire
working nervously~against my will~

i can feel..

thousands of fibers and nerves
waiting for something that i cant give

a relief…

Oh i  just need a little…. a little time to  forget
a  women apart from yourself
a  desire

in between… in the middle

telling me to lie there
a call so strong…i cant say no…

for  you or  for the  others ~i have to ask~

where do i linger for a while
no soul
for be blaming
no feelings
for be shamed

Starry_Night_Over_the_Rhonebut i have a soul and possibly  for be blamed….

but now i stop my words for a while
or forever
my pen i know …. was not all in vain…..
a beat ~ of fears ~  holds my left hand
dont try….she  said
but i cant hear anymore

i write…..

The three Marys

The three Marys

Macelamade a flowers bed
from macela that is the flower’s name

such perfume…..such calm…
coming from straw of once was a bud

~dust of the scent~

to rest the three and to Love too
they lay overcome by hope fatigue

ensuring
that always would be some Mary

~to care~
the macela Bed

Flowers and tiredness

But…once..just once time
one of them sleeps ~ in secret~

on that hill of softness
with a man with a manhood

the second cradles her dreams
at her porch

the third was still catching….in the fields
no knowing nothing

and lands dreams again gives a warm lap
we are in earth..
whispered the wind….shhhhhhhhh

Who deserve the love of that only man?

The Mary that plant, the one that is waiting or the one who makes love…..

Author Notes

Field Macela is a plant that heals and soothes… widely used in pillows and mattresses here on Brazil.

My salt lagoon!

my sweet lagoonshhhhh
silent!!!
do not leave the little box

or zipper or unzipped anything

no one needs knows that you are in love
again
sincerely….
almost in your done

shhhhhh!!!!

if they want know how you love
all that strange way
with flags, jeeps, wild drinks

oh and the dances!!!
alone, the cuts, the slips
Oh! My
keep it on the box, well closed

the time pass by you but you still remain the same
dancing alone
bits and bites coming from the ligths

silence and long crash
sometime a howling
your eyes out of orbit

and the obscene things
from obscene book of love
remarkable!

perpetuating your one single lover
with salt  indecent  walls memory
~in your lonely lagoon~
sinked  in your  little box bit by bit
silent and determined

drawned
in a unimaginable silence

BIG WAVES OF LOVE

We did all the things on bed. Now i ‘ll teach how is my big wave of  love.

You are on bed I am by your side and roll on top of you. Pressing my hand on your chest. Everything that is unexpected cause intense impression . I am now your unexpected love.

I am here to  share that with you.

I Put you inside me. Gently.  After having prepared you. The way you like.lunar-eclipse-2010

You are excited not anxious, just a little anticipation . You immediately start move.  No, I say, low.  Stay still!  And you obey! I hold your hands and pull you on my direction. Sit ! See my eyes while i see yours and feel.Just Feel.

You are throbbing inside me. Your only move is that. And startled, fixing on my eyes. You don’t understand don’t you?

Don’t move e let the emotion flows.

As soon as you relaxes the magic starts to happens.

I don’t know how you feel.

I see that you start to be empty.

Dissipate,  on A big hole on your chest.

Your Plexus.

Where it all comes.

Is like i stole something from you. Something so great that you never knew it before.
Quietly.

The emotion increases. your body is suffering but loving at same proporcion. You start know all your feelings inside you. At once! And realize that is your immense love taking form on your body, going directly to me . Yes, i am stolen that from you and you from me too.
Without force and moves. Just staring each others and using our hands to caress. You can pinch me or bite me with tenderness if you want.

You are so surprise. So shocked. Because you don’t knew that love was so great. We almost can touch it. Such force without dissipation

. Love is, alert to a single new vibration, a subtle touch, a kiss on the neck.
Let the mind behind and dont think on your needed body . The nature of your heart will give the poetical cadence and it will increase your passion. You are pure pulsing and wanting. You and me are nothing, but together.

My eyes is on yours .

And i continue draining his strength. No one single move yet. Just touching you and slipping hands on your body.You are hard and i am hot.

And you come without losing energy, with only slight movements inside me. One, twice, thrice. Little by little. Moaning and come.

From your plexus to your sex. And the next !

I can’t sustain this for long time. Because you are not prepare for that. Is your first time. I’ll abbreviate your stand on heaven. Just for 15 or 20 minutes.
This control is an extension of your pleasure!

This Is enduring and more erotic how much you accept that. Don’t try elaborate nothing. Just go. Close your eyes and go .

I know you are ready now .Watering eyes? Me too. Is our affection for each other growing.

Now we are ready for the body.
Your delightful  came in several waves . Not the big one. Your body learned fast and unconsciously hold itself for this moment.
I start to move searching my pleasure. Circling you with my hips.

You grab me and moan and cry!

Another spasms arrives.

You are in collapse. Without force. But wanting more.

I increase the moves now i go in an out, up and down. Our bodies move in tune. And i see in your eyes and your face all the beauty of your twenties.

PERVERT LOVE!

Nudes ree07Thomas Ruff (German, born Zell am Harmersbach, 1958)

Nudes ree07
Thomas Ruff (German, born Zell am Harmersbach, 1958)

Call me pervert.

in fact i am totally health

Just love you in an unusual way

my sexual gratification

comes from your pain

my rain.

Love that

if  pervert is.

You  fills me when you become

empty.

Now

I have  all from you.

Love loose  myself

be your pet

beg for your sex

stumbling over my lyrics

Sweet and torturing  choice!

Hear you!

echos of on hold  voice

If you love be the  master

Be at all.

 Dominate me and submit me

I am your poem and  words

write

over me and about  me.

I ‘ll sing for you

i’ll recite to you

groping around

Your body

nurturing your dark soul.

Here, i am your mercy

secretly .

Love me

a love

Pure and pervert

Running on our hearts.