Dave the Slave

There once was a man named Dave,

Who wanted to be a slave.

He groveled and begged

At his mistresses leg,

But never learned to behave.

He would smile and then wave,

And her legs he would shave.

But, she’d crack her whip,

And then force him to strip.

Yet, affection he still gave.

So she pulled out a gun

‘n then shot him for fun,

But forgot to dig him a grave.

The Briefest of Moments

New friends gathered there

Shaking hands 

Making plans 

For the very first time 

Old friends were huddled 

Catching up 

Making up 

For some long lost time --

Everyone was waiting 

To see her 

To see him 

(and/to) Bear witness in this house 

Celebrate a love 

overdue 

deep and true 

And hear their vows 

And then she entered 

Flowing hair 

Halcyon eyes 

With brilliant beaming smile 

Adorned in regal colors 

Gracefully 

Floating by 

Capturing my mind for a while

In this briefest moment

Friends were forgotten 

There was nothing to make up 

And no celebration 

There was just this

The briefest of moments

Nothing more 

Than a fleeting kiss 

And after that moment 

I felt guilty 

And looked away 

For she was not the bride.

Entwined

Dancing 

And undulating

Keeping time with the rhythm

Rising

And falling

She moves so lithesome

Angelic curves

And succubine voice

She touches me -- drawing me in

Seducing me

Then reducing me

To the embodiment of sin

Nearer

And closer 

Her lips come to mine

Hotter 

And fiercer --

My desire to entwine

To be transformed by Eros 

And become the beast with two spines

To have one heartbeat

And for a moment -- to be complete

Touching

And kissing

Our lips become fire

Hotter 

And fiercer

Than bestial desire

Undulating

and rising

She moans as I sink within

Dancing

and falling

We embrace our sin

For Eros has found us,

the beast with two lives,

sharing one heartbeat

breathless -- and complete.