Losing Your Virginity

A ribbon swirls It pirouettes in all sorts of twirls and trajectories In the palms of a gymnast in a floor exercise It embellished birthday gifts and certificates of Ph.D.s. It only knows the crispy feel Of a newborn freshness. And I swiveled like a ribbon Danced like a gymnast, gifted my body in sheer…

Sex In Reverse Time

I made the clock go backwards Counter clockwise while making love. It was amazing how quick The orgasm came – in reverse And I didn’t need to do any kissing or foreplay. I was like a match stick that blazed And burnt in one flash. Like seeing God in an epiphany And my wife looked…

Orgasm

The kite and the wind Beautiful partners, in the choreography Of matter and medium. Flesh and drift. They dance like there’s no tomorrow In somersaults and flips And when the wind gathers speed The kite dances stronger And the thread hangs on to the tension Knowing how steep the final climb is, to heaven, And…

A Valentine’s Day Poem 3

The journeys of the body Till daylight is no more The hip bones that dance And an apple that sings The strikes of the clockwork That death rattle of the deepest splinter The temples we pilgrim to The holy grounds we worship And the gods we blaspheme…

A Valentine’s Day Poem

I imagine all the things Sappho would have done to my wife And I clutch onto all the tongues She speaks in; and the ones she doesn’t. And I can only embrace, Her tongue My wife’s tongue My tongue Bliss’s tongue.

Why my Wife and I don’t make Love All Night……..

Hmmm, making love all night Like Boyz-II-Men and other boy bands of the 90s Sing, is no easy feat. For instance my anatomy Or mis-anatomy, which I would love to call “Mr Big” Has a short shelf life, slayed by his own Need to detonate like a grenade or gun. My wife and I have…

The Straight Man (Partly Erotica)

The straight man is convulsed with electricity, And if in this day and age lobectomies could be conducted The gay patrol would jump on the wagon. Right before they convulse him They look at him with apathy – straight The type that makes love missionary In an enclosure of visages, so unlike a wild animal,…

The Man That Does Not Have A Second of Privacy (Alfonso)

Winston Smith comes to mind here But this chap is a plain man, a poet in his wanderings A man of science in badge, lurking through An incarceration, when everything is magnified By the lens of punity. He knows sitting in a commode Is punishment, when you enjoy those skinless Sausages go pass the sausage…

Honeymoon

Why we didn’t have sex Before marriage, was not a case Of fear of the unknown, or a stage I’m not a thespian at, it was just a wait For the sheer delight that heart-works Could usher, the body’s prayer to one day Rejoice in Hosanna And in our honeymoon We made a tempest glorious…