Winter Sensual Poems

How wicked the tricks of your serpent’s lair
a lingual place of wild mango magic behind caliente lips
where a supple sensualist lies in seductive ambush
rum on...

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A clenching of our hands,  
A clinging of our bands.  
The sweet aroma of your strawberry-coated strands,  
Allow my capability to disarm...

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Step across the threshold,
Step into my world.
You can be my Summer;
We will languish in the heat.
Lying sweaty on top of messy sheets.
Our time will seem...

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..for him 

   A little something in the 
 scintilla of soporific smiles you left me
 beneath dulcet gazing twirls
  of ballerina...

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The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow.
Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow.

The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny...

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Death walks around like thief in the night looking for someone to start a fight; it knocks on every door with an AK47 rifle in...

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By criss-cross catalysis,
Pillaged from memory—from pill.
Paralysis of analysis:
Stuck inside, and outside still.

Eyes locked,
No sign,
Neck straight, head cocked,
Eye-socket lined,
Long curved spine.

Focus inside outer locus,
A junk of...

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            you touch my skin,
         ...

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CLEARING and CLEANING 


         Nature clears, cleans through era :
       ...

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The bee is a-buzzing~
a sweeter time of year – 
for the hive is a-growing,
has to be dearly fed, as
the queen was off a-queening
had taken fond...

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when light faded out 
and darkness descended
when all over me 
the icy chill began to creep  	
I slammed the windows and doors
tightly shut
and like...

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(Tune of silent Night)
Beat in the night
I wake with fright 
The beat moves me 
children can’t see ;)
 Round supple virgin frisky and wild
Hips gliding...

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“Tall Poppies, Cactus Flowers and a Girl Not Called Betty”



All the Flamingos were called Betty
on a crowded beach somewhere 

Well heeled stuck in the quick...

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Pretending can be a bold form of experimentation
and inventiveness. In pretending joy or happiness,
we may discover or enhance our capacity for it.

Harriet Lerner

Lord Leofric: ...

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Revolving Earth knows
from ancient sense-sexual 
life experience

That we,
as global EarthTribe regenerators,
do simultaneously experience
seasons of summer north
and winter south,

That we do
already know
and financially appreciate
dualistic capitalism West
and...

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