Sacred Spread

Sacred Spread
23 April 2016

My heart’s homeward bound
To the original homestead;
To the ranch, miles from town
Out to the old spread.
With wheat fields all around,
The way it touches me’s profound.
It’s where my soul gets fed
To make this my sacred ground.

I walk barefooted, feeling
The dirt between my toes.
I breathe deeply, healing
My heart from its woes.
Tension leaves me, kneeling
I sense the Earth’s vibratos.
Yes, I’m connected, appealing
For the peace this place bestows.

Who Are You, Passing Thru?

Who Are You, Passing Thru?
17 Nov 2015

Wind, where are you going?
You came for a visit today.
Wind, why are you blowing?
You came, but didn’t stay.
You danced the leaves all around,
Touching everything exposed outside,
Then left the leaves all over the ground.
Such an irresponsible, messy joyride.
After gusting all day, you departed.
Where on earth did you go?
Where and how did you get started?
Wind tell me, I want to know.

Touch As Such

Touch As Such
23 May 2014

Your hand on my knee
Generates the calm
Of skin on skin.
The sensation pleases me,
To feel the palm
Of another human.
Let me soak in our alchemy
And focus on the balm
Of the touch vitamin.

You're a Poet And You Know It

You're a Poet And You Know It
15 February 2013

You're a poet
And you know it,
When you read a creation
That you wrote but forgot about
And think, "I like the ideation.
It touches me without a doubt."

When someone else reads your writing
And comments on how it made them feel
Or sees the world in different lighting,
Then your transmuted words are real.
You've become a poet
And you know it.

Yacking and Bootblacking

Yacking and Bootblacking
24 August 2012

I've learned that without fail
Every pair of boots tells a tale.
As I sat on the shoeshine stand
My boots got polished by hand.
As the bootblack earnestly cleaned,
He talked of boot stories gleaned.
A person's boots become a part
Of their journey from the start.
My boots have gone many miles
Matching gay pride smiles.
Other boots helped the wearer bridge
Experiences on their pilgrimage.
The bootblack cared so very much
It came thru in his erotic touch.
Polish was bare-handedly applied.
Brushing was too fast to be spied.
In the end, not to be remiss,
He gave each buffed boot a kiss.

Examination Determination

Examination Determination
7 June 2012

Like most days begin
I stand, stretch and test
My body and naked skin
To see what feels best.
My hands touch around
Evoking tactile sensation
Slowly going up and down
My skin in each iteration.
My motions have stops and starts,
Lingering on the delicate parts.

Thru the window sunlight
Adds to my skin's perception.
It feels so good and right,
I give it a welcome reception.
The grinning smile on my face
Says I'm glad to be alive,
Enjoying the world's embrace,
And learning how to thrive.
I'm sure you'll list
Me as a sensualist.

Incantation Vibration

Incantation Vibration

29 October 2011

Hello handsome, the hand motion beckoned.

The glint in his eye indicated his thought.

He was much friendlier than I reckoned,

Much closer intimacy was sought.

Exchanging energies thru word and touch,

Sending signals of whispered encouragement,

Hoping the stimulation wasn’t too much,

Implying consent by humming contentment,

Raising energies by stroking the magic wand,

Stirring the sex cauldron ‘round and ‘round,

Creating a strong man-to-man bond

Letting a complex connection be found.

Touching skin to skin, from hip to lip

Looking into his eyes and seeing his soul,

Nipple stimulation was part of the trip

To the magical moment of orgasm whole.

Then lingering and surrendering to the feeling

That is uplifting and spiritually satisfying

Holding each other gently for healing.

This shrine’s ministration is sanctifying.

Bawdy Body

Bawdy Body

Kiss me from my eye to my thigh.

Blow on me from my ear to my rear.

Lick me from my gut to my butt.

Touch me from my lip to my hip.

Taste the forbidden fruit.

Play with my root

Chakra. Explore more

Of what we're here for.

Without hesitation

Let romance

And sensation

Begin to enhance

The erotic stimulation.

Let's remeasure

The level of pleasure.

Let our interaction

Start a chain reaction.

Take me over the top,

More, more, don't stop.

My body's all yours

And I'm out of metaphors.

I really don't mind

If you help me find

The splendid sights

From obscene heights.

The universe's within reach

As I let out a screech

A tidal wave of sensation

Culminates the mobilization

Of intercourse and interaction

To mutual satisfaction.

From this time hence

There is no sense

In trying to compare

A feeling that rare.

Filed forever in my memories

Are the rockets and glories

Of your bestowment

Of that special moment.

I don't care if they call it a sin,

I just want to do it again.