Let me touch

those parts

you hide from the world

and bring them to life

in my hands





Gin and Smoke

Gin soaked

Gin soaked lips

wrapping the end

of a cigarette

he wished was him


her sultry look

and casual sexiness

causing shifting and readjusting

growing arousal

now out of his control

taking over mind and body


unable to look away

he fastened eyes

on a plump, pink mouth

needing to be filled and satisfied

knowing the cigarette

a poor substitute

for what lay beneath

her thoughts


graceful, seductive movements

provocative manner

in which she drank and smoked

swathed his mind

with visions

of how she treated a man

who wanted to please her


gulp of bourbon courage

then another

no longer could he watch

no longer would he not take

a one time chance

he wanted her

she was worth the risk


daring himself

he left the barstool


stood tall

slowly approached this dream

and she glanced over

coyly grinned

and said,

“I’ve been waiting.”







In Dark Places

I find us

I find an “us” in dark places

beneath shadows of right

under beds white with morals

hidden behind rules

neatly hanging

across from judgement’s eyes

below sun’s righteousness

glaring much too bright

atop Hell’s dashboard

in full view of wickedness

two willing bodies

clad only in nefarious desires

of our own immorality