That's first...

I suppose...
...twenty feet closes to two, thence zero
locked eyes loose focus, hip bones touch, quads press to bureau
cheeks slightly roll, breath heard, she inhales
right hand firmly into small, his energy impales

Sense rushes, stimuli wail, both begin to swell about
her squeeze tightens, his fingertips deeper yet, firing throughout,
breath from deep within rolls off her ear. She takes it no more
lashing out, mouth opens, ear lobe bitten...declares war

Cotton expands, doused in fluid
her husband looks on, eyes connect, brain shoots a burst
forcefully she pushes away...of course, introductions...
                                                                              ...that's first

Mesa of the Desert

Eyes Clouded...
...to an opal blue pearl hue
Sweetness to all she did imbue
Hearing gone but your vibrations she always felt
Hey they're here, her bark belt
You know way back they took this and did that...made her afraid
But her last few years...making lots of friends
They were the best, her Mom, like a beautiful serenade
Your loss is my loss, fortunate to pain so deep
Breath inside flows, life you still reap
Venture on my friend without...
                                               ...Eyes clouded  

Slightly cordial...

...to infuriated in 2 seconds.
68 degrees today and pissed w/ rain near all yesterday, so down to the beach i go.
guy heading across crosswalk and approaches me at corner.
"Hey, ya got a dollar so I can get a meal?"...this was the slightly cordial portion
"No."...politely i replied
"You're goin to prison motherfucker!"...his eyes attempting to split my skull in half
"When?"...inquisitively asked
"Very soon motherfucker!"
"Wow."
"You like to get 'em high, then watch 'em fall asleep and rub yourself all over those little girls don't you!"...his intensity and adrenalin spewing out his fingertips
no more words to come from my mouth...just started walking
"You like to get 'em high, then watch 'em fall asleep and rub yourself all over those little girls don't you!"...this he repeated over and over while i walked North

how much of what he spoke had he experienced personally?

Drip...

...this well always will

Can you receive all yet to flow

Nothing yet...wanting everything

Twas scrawled...

...Happiness is best when shared
been shared...
...Companionship is missed most
...The best things in Life are free
How do we complicate "survival" in such ways

Desire I reckon stands tall

Willet Hot Springs Christmas

Thought I was headed to Sespe Hot Springs, however my out of practice body was aching enough, so Willet was quite a delight!
...realized I'm good for about 5 miles/day. More than that and too much is missed.
...so on day hikes, go for 2.5 miles one way.
...don't forget the bugspray
...only one piece of footwear, Keens only? Perhaps?

Wishing...

...so here.
Arriving inspired and in-tune.
Several hours traversed...miles be unknown.
Sought was not a grove perfectly growin.
Rather Aspens connected to Wind sister...creating slight quiver.
The kind, deep in the woods, ones evoking delightful shiver.

Move I did, a branch or two, this spot is right.
Slowly now, up goes crisp tent of white.
Last stake, lashed to ground.
Lay carefully, vermilion red carpet all around.
And days, yes it did take.
No matter, mortise and tenons now take shape.
Soon, this four post feathery bed will engulf her nape.

Fire roars, so close, its heat we do taste.
Our wet earth perimeter does still seep.
Whilst wild flowers past full bloom...faintly weep.

Us wearing all black, barefoot and uncombed.
Before I undress you and heighten other senses.
You yearn to be blindfold throned.

Abandon the grove, we do.
Prior to next path trod...thy mind begins to hone.
Precisely as her beauty and depth compares.
Kemala, I name her...my brilliant stone.

Fire gone a lass.
Sitting, brushing hair of Kemala, time does pass.
So here...
...Wishing