big interview looms -
neurons ignite volition,
nervous twitch remains

Mesmerizing eyes
Desire for your so soft lips
Drives me crazy

To feel you yielding
Stroke, lick, kiss and bite your hips
I long to taste you

To be one with you
For your soft lips I wait
You are my desire

I go willingly
Taking me places unknown
You so naughty girl

Happily. Eager
Accepting the unexplored
Bedtime adventure

religion's a funny
thing but, how it's lived is a
sad joke on us all

if you cut me
do i not bleed
fry by the fireside

temptation,
my eager desire, for you
to come closer.

love 'hello darling'
your long-unheard voice-caress,
love in my mailbox.

surging energy
urging, bursting bud-breaking
green living passion

it's all about me
thinks the shallow egotist
deluding himself

Deny our urges
It's not human, ask catholic
American Priests

Priests should be allowed
To live as Homosexuals
Leave children alone

Long long legs, great breasts
French bought up in Spain
Bottom to die for

Dancing in Eden
Laughter, fun, style and rhythm
Costas for coffee

beautiful stuff you
all wrote, I love it, that's my
critique, I think

"what you doing today?"
"going the cinema..." "why?"
"...its dark inside"

Eyes of vivid blue
eit's a brave man who looks deep
You may lose your soul

I'm compelled to look
Temptations abandonment
Spirit and body

For too brief a time
Pleasures on many levels
Uninhibited

All of our senses
Foretells bringing together
A meeting of minds

Share willing bodies
Share the safe haven of bed
Share the spring flowers

Worship the Goddess
Pleasures to give and receive
Self-denial spent

Captivating me
Wind swept and tanned all over
Dee Plee Fab is back

even tomorrow
it might still be yesterday
twenty-five years past

our paths split today
harsh opportunity cost
will miss you so much

Nordic phone calls
What do you look like
Berit Svenson?

breath escapes red lip's,
drawn deep down the abyss -
breathed back to her slowly

the old gate,
creaks open at dusk -
mornings journey begins

a crust of bread
flys high in the air -
pigeon trys again

cold wind blows -
empty can of bud
crosses the road

shell coats raw desire
loose chemical bond tightens
highly reactive

Stud boy congrats sir
softly on sweet lips do tread
sleep overrated

a wild ride life is
like a roller coaster ups
downs, side trips and screams

you ever notice that
some people try to use some
as their clay to carve...

I've lived my life in
a war of wills trying to
fight to express self...

I notice a lot
attach themselves because they
become parasites...

sucking spirit, blood
and soul because something is
empty in the self

and not in the ways
of tradition but in the
ways of these beats souls...

I wish more guys on
wall street wrote more that way they
could see what they do...

I drop to my hands
in deep shock at being uh
understood, for once...

Self-expression helps
It exorcises demons
Locked deep within us

we can now see why
You're numerous submissions
Grief drives you to it

i miss my father
it's been seveteen nonths now
God rest his sweet soul

my guest kept me up
I'm dazed from lack of sleep
sweet kisses. Very.

our network goes down
like a diseased, furred lemming
lying on its back

menace
of silent words
of quiet words

standing by a shrub
arguing if it's a tree
or a shrub...godot

alone
together
forever

alone
together
forever

do you understand
evil spirits? they are our
fruedian selves...sort of

notice how there's a
reaction, but when it's gone
silence...come to it

it's spring already

start submitting, not
bitching, HEALTHY competition
give us some ideas

sometimes it's wise to
act the fool as to not know
what you're supposed to do

rush limbaugh loves it
when "the liberals" bark and hoot
gives him a show hmm?

It's Bla! Bla! Black sheep
Have you any fool? Yes sir
Yes sir, three bags full

indeed, this website
has it's purpose but sometimes
it's best to blow it off

it's often the fact
the less i want something the
more people want me

there's always an urge
animal or otherwise
to compete in man

I find that I feel
compelled to answer critics
that's what they want I

imagine, and the
cycle is a circle of no
real concern or life

the previous gen
is familiar to you
my son will say the same

about me