2 hotels apart

she had puked quite a bit

earlier that night,

I remember because I had

held her hair in a ponytail

each time

we didn’t kiss much

and we definitely didn’t fuck

she had passed out in the

bed at the hotel lying on her 

left side and

clutching the sheets,

I placed a waste can below

her just in case

I sat for a while staring

out the window,

in the hotel next to us

a blonde haired girl about

our age was getting 

undressed

her dress fell, her skin looked

caramel smooth and delicious

and made her white lingerie

stand out, almost glowing

I wasn’t aroused, but I was

quite pleased

she shut the curtains, then

the light went out,

I wondered if there was

someone waiting for her in

bed, someone coherent and

full of readiness

I sat for a while staring

at this pretty pale face

sleeping next to me,

I would miss her terribly 

one day        I thought.

Yes, I would miss her

but that day has already 

come and gone 

(Vincent Romero Redondo on fravery.tumblr.com)

it started at the red light

(Image from atenablogs.tumblr.com)

“Shut the hell up! it is not”

Yes it is, I promise you, it is...

“It is not a felony to give or receive a blowjob while operating a vehicle in the State of Florida, you’re full of shit, you just don’t want to give me one right now, do you?”

Its not even about that, it has nothing to do with me wanting or not wanting to do it, its just dangerous, and if its not a felony... it should be because there’s no way a guy can control the vehicle while he’s having an orgasm... especially that kind of orgasm... there’s no way! You’ll kill somebody, hell... you might even kill yourselves, run into a damn tree or something... why not just park somewhere and get it done in a safe spot?

“Get it done!?... that’s a nice way to put it. If its such a chore for you, to just ‘get it done’ , then why do it at all... Jesus, sorry I even brought it up”

Oh God, don’t even go there, that’s not what I meant, not at all, I was just trying to make a point

“Fine... forget it”

Fine

“Fine... “

the light turned green. I hit the gas a little too hard out of frustration and the wheels spun before gaining traction. the pavement was wet from the midnight drizzle. the worn-out windshield wipers rubbing on the glass rubbed her the wrong way as well...

Just turn the things off, its barely even raining 

“Yes dear...”

Ugh... or leave-’em on, whatever...

she grabbed the passenger seat lever, pulled up on it and slammed herself backwards reclining the seat almost flat. she’s kinda cute when she gets an attitude like this. I know its never serious because she lets it go quickly. if she were really mad, we’d still be arguing

we still had about thirty minutes left before we got home. a short little drive on the highway, about 12 exits down, and then another 10 minute drive through the neighborhoods. this time of night the highway is pretty empty. five lanes of freedom and barely any cops. she was laid back but awake, just sort of staring out the window. each time we passed a street light I caught a glimpse of her face... her reflection on the glass. those beautiful brown eyes, expressionless, just staring out into the night. I smiled to myself for a few minutes, and then she altered her position to get more comfortable. the way she moved made the flowers on her dress fold over each other, and her legs were more exposed. those muscle-toned legs that always got me going... I stared at her... up and down each one of them, attempting to drive mind you, but staring all the same

“Hey... I’m sorry” and I placed my hand on her leg giving her a little shake to emphasize my apology

Its no big deal, I wasn’t trying to start something

“I know, I get it. I’m still... I’m sorry”

she placed her hand on top of mine, gently forcing her fingers between my fingers... a soft caress of forgiveness, a couple’s touch of understanding that said more than any spoken word ever could

I tightened my hand on her thigh, ever-so-slightly rubbing the softness of her dress against her skin. in the next streetlight reflection I saw that her eyes were halfway closed... I felt her hand slowly guiding mine further up her thigh. her body shifted, her shoulders squared up, her waist rotated, her legs separated a little bit. in the next streetlight reflection I saw that her eyes were gone, completely closed

she murmured, I’m not wearing any underwear tonight

there was time! there was plenty of time for this! we still had about 10 more exits to go. the road was virtually empty. I could hear her breathing getting heavier now... in through her nose, and like a whisper without words it crept from her slightly parted lips. Firmly now, on the inside of her thigh, thumb to ring-finger grabbing hold as I stretched my pinky and felt a cushioned silkiness beginning to get moist

pressing my finger against her wet labia and in between, she took a deeper breath and pressed that pretty thing back into me. I slid my hand from her thigh to completely cover her groin, then moved up over her soft little hairs feeling them run between my fingers, then back down... middle finger lying over her clit and curling into her... her mouth opened and her eyes closed even tighter. she reached for the seatbelt shoulder strap and grabbed onto it as if it would assist her during this onslaught of ecstasy. she turned her head and bit into it with a groaning mmmuuughhhh

I love seeing her like this, I fucking love it, overcome with enjoyment and sensations... the more I move in and out of her the more she moves up against me, perfect rhythm in opposite directions. her wetness is everywhere... on my hand, on the seat, on her inner thighs... so slippery, so sloppy... I can hear it... her sounds, her movements... so damn beautiful

she lets out a O fuc... f  ff.. ffuck!!... as she climaxes, her left hand grabbing mine by the wrist so damn tight, her nails digging in. A little bit of spit trickles out of her mouth as she loses control. I look at her, then at the road, then at her, then at the road... I’m doing 87 in a 65... I’m hard and turned on and so into her orgasm that my foot and I didn’t realize how fast we were now going. I wanted to pull over and fuck her right there, but the exit was nearing, and then the slower neighborhoods. She caught her breath... she looked at me... she looked back out the window... Get us home please, I wanna taste you, stroke you, I wanna suck you... and then I want you to fuck me...

I’m now doing 58 in a 35 and taking every damn short cut I know of

“I love you so much, you look so unbelievable when you lose it”

Yeah... Shut up and drive please, I love you too... but just get us home...

“Yes dear”

Ugh... really...

and...

its all virtual reality

these visions of you

these visions of pleasure

the hand that reaches

the mouth that opens

the body that spreads

I can hear the moans and

all the heavy breathing

but everything else is

intangible

you exist in the audible

you exist in the visual

but your true existence

is meaningless

I’ll get in, get off

and then get out

its better this way

its loveless this way

and...

its easier to bear

(Image from 007gentleman.blogspot.com)

nothing settled

tendrils of elation

extensions of this

vibrant flora

this field

that hill

this marshland

that winged seed on

the wind

this flower bud

nothing settled

as I, the growth

the spread

the weaving and

the winding and

the blooming

today, I am this

tomorrow, I am more

and this is how

I am loving you

(“Marsh Grasses” by April Raber on aprilr.com)

the condo(m)

you wrap me like a condom

on a...

(no, scratch that / wrong analogy)

you wrap me like a leftover

sandwich saved for tomorrow,

was I not enough for you

was your hunger not satisfied

stare into the sun, burn those

vulgar eyes, strain to see me

bodies drained, the flesh is gray

smells stick to the walls, cremation

(back to the condom, still in its

wrapper, all dreams and potential

no, scratch that / our lust is limp)

I’m not coming back this time

but 

we’ve both heard that one

before

(Image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)

blur

in the foreground, the

alluring words that were

misinterpreted along the way

are inscribed on the backs 

of faceless doppelgängers

that walk in tranced spirals

behind me, seventeen body bags

filled with the undying laughter

and the arcane smiles of pretty

faces and bodies I’ve held before;

before I wound up in this place,

this blur of reality, self, love

above me, eyes... eyes like I’ve 

never seen, eyes of an unknown 

color, magnanimous eyes, eyes

of elysian tranquility; everything

is blurry, I’m feeling dizzy, I’m 

feeling like I don’t quite know

where to belong

(cropped image from cdna.artstation.com)

in the mix

of things un/related

situational, in the mix

of love and lust

the devil’s eye smile

in gasp, insert

the sweet angel’s throb

ignite the surface blaze

under hidden swell

stirs the swirling source

excrete blood or blessing

vibe, thrilled and spilled

incongruent, dissonance or less

(My edit of Maxim Images Prints on pixels.com)

Calypso

daydreaming... visions of you

on an island unto yourself

with sunsets deep in your eyes

and sunshine shallow in your hair

a pleasant stare and a longing that

from your heart I can also feel;

O capture me, my sweet Calypso

and bring me in by your side

my path to nowhere begs of you;

there is no awaiting Penelope

but there’s a song upon the wind,

there’s a voice that I’m listening for

let desires join us, let the spaces

between these longings fill in;

daydreaming often finds me there,

deep in your eyes or by your side

(Image from bellisimabelinda.tumblr.com)

the ghost in room 983

I open the room...

the door closes behind us,

her gentle hand in mine 

pulls me closer, then releases

  she whispers like we’re being

  watched   Take all of me

the darkness has her first

and then the predawn lights 

that stream and sparkle over

her through the balcony glass

  she whispers like our time

  is short   Take all of me

her body is smoke soft and

separating as I move into it,

she rolls and swirls and curls

below, beside and above me

  she whispers like I haven’t

  heard her   Take all of me

the room is changing from

corner black and shadow gray

to sunrise soft saffron and coral,

our embrace dissipates cold

  she whispers as she slowly

  fades away   Take, take... take

(My edit of an image from thefappeningblog.com)

as I harbor

from behind and over

you arrive like Spring

with lips and tongue

and hands caressing 

you find me vulnerable

and provide sensations

that mend the fragments

of Winter’s annihilation   

with licks and flicks you

take complete control

and like Summer’s heat

you devour me whole

wash over me as desire

and I willingly come undone,

grip tightly as I harbor 

in this gestation of love

(“Dream about a dream (lovers)” by Pola Esther on vincekris.tumblr.com)

this old slab

the sidewalk cement has

a few little handprints in it

and a misshapen heart

and some names that are

no longer legible

overhead the oak tree is

still growing, still creaking

and every year that goes by

it provides a little more

shade to the surface below

and there are cracks and

chips in this old slab, and

weeds on the edges, and

an ant hill here or there;

nothing out of the ordinary

maybe their names were

Charlie and Adam and Bella

when the oak tree was smaller

when the heart was drawn perfect

when the cement was still fresh

before the ants and weeds

came pillaging along