* blur of people... warm silver-bright moons hanging over darkness , *

slow steps in the night rippling to emotion energy hundreds of light years away

meeting bruised cold hearts & giving them a touch of rising-sun diamonds

, you’re plusing grey blue here *

but -- thousands moments away....

* you’re flower-bright pionts of warmth (open hands, hearts; pouring sunlight)

* *

... Parked under fascia ...

 we Cuckoos will weave 

.. your words and debris ..

She needs a kiss

I've watched her for over an hour

All alone

She looks lonely

I'm infatuated

Sipping a coffee at a corner table

We caught eyes a few times

She's lovely

She looks like she could use a kiss

Her ruby lips make my stomach growl

But we are strangers

But i didn't care!

She was my current hunger

Just to feel a strangers kiss

Encroaching on this desire

Taking my last sip of coffee

My eyes were ready 

Locked into hers

As she looked at me approaching her

Like she read my signals

Gently i cupped her face

Our lips slowly touch 

Into an inferno of desire

Tongue strangling pleasure

It felt right

A beautiful face

New lips

An embraced marathon of desire

Seperating our lips 

Rapid heart beats flutter

Eyes stuck in a trance

I get up 

Staggering to the door

Opening it into the brisk night

The door closes

With bells jingling on the glass

K.j.a. (c) 2017

Belt wrapped wrists as he tears her panties off gagging and filling her mouth, suffocating moans inner marked thighs, flickering tongue, wet dripping fingers possessing every inch of her. Love bite marked shoulders, a choking pleasure she endures, his fingers leave a climax traced map her neck has become a canvas to his lust and desires.

Hays of greys and time passes

Greys are grey just like masses

There is but the One

But who find her can?

Only Da Vinci in his shop,

With the passion and the shot,

Of the vodka in his hand,

Painting nothing but grey land.

In his search or perfect hue,

Not the green, red or blue,

But ordinery grey

But now there he lay

Did he found his perfection?

Or was it just artistic affection?

We will never know.

Have you ever closed your eyes and blocked out all the noise around you, like underneath the water, the sounds get further away, only the distant echoes remain.

Swinging back and forth, getting higher as your legs reach the sky. Eyelids resting, feeling the urge to fly.

Driving down a hot, paved road, accelerating to break the heat.  Summer winds blowing, only you, the ride, and the radio, not another soul for you to see.

The silence of the earth and sky, loveliest, enchanting, mysterious creatures alive.  As time stands still, only you can start, its only you to decide within your heart.

Ocean seas surround you as you rest upon her waves.  Giving comfort and pleasure, turning deadly if neglected, so be gentle, yet be brave.

Listen to the silence, take it all inside, let your emotions feel invigorated and your body feel alive.

Shhh...Close your eyes...Listen...Be surprised!

Everybody has a darkside, I know this to be true, I can lend you my mirror so you can see the darkness in you. 

Behaving myself, pretending all is good, when deep within my thoughts I'm doing things I never should.

Watching other people as they walk their way through life, seeing that their actions are anything but nice. 

Living in a world that has placed them where they are, only darkness has surrounded them, the light they seek yet seems so far.

Finding myself in a not so appropriate place, the people I'm with having a dispirited look upon their face.

Barely a glimpse of light ever appears, only the sadness of day-to-day trials and unwanted fears.

Back to the good, time to do the right thing, leaving the darkness behind me, seeing what the light will now bring.

The Abominable Snowman, is also called a Yeti,

He likes the cold because he doesn’t like being sweaty,

He is frolicsome when with Archie’s friend Betty.

Last Tuesday he went with her to the Jetty

They had a party and threw some confetti,

A Hippopotamus and a Giraffe

Round out this strange animal staff,

Till the day that someone ate his spaghetti,

because that was a day the Yeti became petty

He threatened his posse with a shiny machete

And that’s why they now hang on the Serengeti

Where’s it’s much too hot for a petty yeti with a machete.