igniting our flesh

i am tormented by my longing

to feel your mystic touch again.

one rippling sensation

from your fingertip glance

to sear trembling heat

through my body

sending me into rapturous breaths.

lovecoursing magic

when our flesh

tantalizes in trembles too urgent to pull away.

I ache to touch your skin

to kiss your delicious belly

a light flick of my tongue

to tickle your nipples

to taste the salt on your neck

the urgency on your lips

the movement of your hips

with mine.

I want

to take you deeply into my hungry mouth

begging you to thrust

I want

to hear your closed eyes ecstasy

you begging for release

for more

beyond ourselves

beyond our flesh

Let me make your taut flesh

writhe in pleasure again.

please

simply touch me once with a fingertip glance.

i will offer you my deep comfort

in flesh unseen

penetrated only by you.

this is how I want to celebrate the new year.

our spirits made from our united flesh

where can i meet you my love?

twilight....when time becomes eternal

penetration

has a spice of divination in it

which tickles our vanity

more than

any other quality of mind.

a spiced mind

is

enlightment

within the

passionate grace

of

making love.

hark the herald angels sing...

wintergrey

on a day

when shadows are swallowed

by wintergrey pallor

i struggle to understand

how time has the ability to block

my view of God.

a well known mystic once said that time is the biggest obstacle we have to overcome in our quest to embrace the eternal.

On wintergrey days, eternal time is like finding yourself a character in Sartre's play, No Exit............

where our beingness means nothing,

where our freedom is stripped,

where we are forced to remain with others void of morals who reflect only the seeping ugliness in our souls.

where hell is being enclosed with others

on days when the sun opens her arms

time melts into an eternal calm

where love feeds our hope

and leaves spring maple sap in our veins.

eternity's a lover.

today,

the shadows have been consumed

i'm left playing Inez in a room with no door.

love is left in the wake.

lords of the light

I'll met you here at newgrange

on the day of the winter solstice.

We will bathe in the light of the lords

deep in the womb of the moon.

Celebrate with me my blue blue mystic,

the mythical remembrances of eternal life

where the faeries keen in delight.

A fabulous night for a moondance....

dance with me in Drogehda?

celtic temptation

Sweet nectar temptation

leaves its honey on my lips

and its caress in my heart

secret reminders of abandoned love

found in a tender kiss.

i want to taste your tears

as you taste mine.

i want to be there when your sorrow

transforms into joy.

harmonious joy

i want to tumble into our need full temptation

knowing its right and not mired in

the judgement of others.

is temptation merely the judgement of others?

how can sweet honey ever be anything but

pure love?

enamored love

captured in celtic mystery

how can this temptation be wrong?

tuatha de dannan....

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping

than you can understand.

~William Butler Yeats

Faeries exist in the shining heart of a candle flame

like this one, the mother of all faeries

They will catch your tearsouls

if you let them love you.

Tá an saol go hálainn, life is beautiful.... as you are always....x

a good mystery......

silence doesn't listen

when you're not around

it chatters in the lonely nightwind

misunderstood

forgotten

invisible howls in hot tears

achingly try to push

through the sound barrier

buffering

you

from me.

but silence is not listening

its alright........why?

because

i love a good mystery.......

wondering, puzzling.....guessing

while the silence echos back my pain

makes it more desirous.

i love the spice of distance

to feed my hungry fantasies

of ingesting your mystery

because..... /

in the end

silence will listen to the puzzle pieces

coming together

as they should....

as a riddle of love

hmmmm..........could this be considered effective thinking inside the box?

eternal radiance

eternity holds its breath,

carelessly hoping to descend upon
our hour of splendor in the tall grass
radiant in flowers
hollows bathed in a dappling of gentle afternoon delight.


forever take my sight
mould me from your common clay
mixed with the air and light
of your tenderheart and sweet kisses
let me bathe in the union of our souls
an infinite peppermince
lingering long after we part.

longing fulfilled

my mystic dances around a flame

emanating a sweet jazzy fragrance

beading his body in sandalwood musk.

he moves his hips and stares into my eyes

with a longing i understand.

words would only douse the flame

silence enhances its allure

like a prayer heard in the eternal echoing

of a deserted valley.

he pulls me into his urgent need

with his strong knowing hands

devouring me with his kisses.

i close my eyes

inhaling his sweet jazz.

he spills its fragrance

to mix with my own.

we are one

dancing while eternity holds her breath

my body arcs into his flame

He consumes me.......

i hear the sounds of a sax.......knowing you are nearby.

Suigh síos agus lig do scíth

Sit down and rest

with me love

near the blazing open fire

where

sparks shoot up into the night air

popping explosions forced outward

from the heat of the dry hardwood.

Let your legs intertwine

with mine love

as we untangle our secrets

that

seep out of the deep rare blues

clasped in the mystery of untapped souls

longing to be discovered.

you are always in my heart.

i miss you.

come find me

i'll be waiting by the fire.

dirty red

Well, brunettes are fine, man

Blondes are fun

But, when it comes to getting the dirty job done,

I'll take a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.

It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

Well, listen up, stud,

Your life's been wasted

'til you've got' down on your knees and tasted

a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.

It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

Tight skirt, strawberry hair

Tell me what you've got, baby, waiting under there.

Big green eyes that look like, son,

They can see every cheap thing that you ever done.

Well, I don't know how many girls you dated, man

You ain't lived 'til you've had your tires rotated

By a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman.

It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.

lovethedirtyjobs.....

urchins

come to the street

with your loving fragrance

and we'll dance as urchins

to the windswept tune

heard by only you and i

come to the meadow

inhale my loving fragrance

we'll escape reality

i'll take your hand
our fingers clasped eternally

come down to the shore

find our loving fragrance

we'll sail as nomads

and skip along the tides

to a mystical rhythm.

come to the island

soak in the fragrance

of freedom enchanted

let me settle into your love

as you settle into me.

Guy, je t'adore

early morning

hush hovers in assuring darkness

as i sleep

folded in your arms

safely

soundly

loved

you touch the arch of my back

a feathertickling softness

emanating shivers over my whole body

your presence

encircles me

with flickering heat

stirring deep needs

i awaken to your desire

as you spoon yourself

closer to me

your low tone whispers

breaths beckoning

how much you want to be invited in

how much you want my rhythm

a kiss

too delicious to ignore

seeks to know my soul

i am lost in yours

please stay within my fold forever.

white shadow

i spend time amongst the haunted

where broken shards rise to protect the other's

story of abandonment?

ethereal wisps which hold memory of past life

never to weaken

their cursed journey lost to the one

who had most meaning

deep love which once radiated

the intimacy of shared hearts

now lost in a gap of misguided treasures

i long again to feel his flesh,

shimmering in sacred warmth

if only

if only

the eternal was within reach

the key

the moment i felt the most alone

i pictured you

bringing loving heat to feast upon

you filled my thirsting desire like no other

let me invite you to ride with me

where broken hearts lose their ache

where open sorrows forget their mission to crush a weeping soul

where the freedom of dreams seek out the bliss of our union

come again,

the door is always open.

an ode of Tom's

Little trip to heaven on the wings of your love

Banana moon is shining in the sky

I feel like I'm in heaven when your with me

I know that I'm in heaven when you smile

Though were stuck here on the ground

I got something that I've found, and it's you

I don't need to take no trip to outer space

All I have to do is look in your face

And before I know it I'm in orbit around you

Thanking my lucky stars that I found you

When I see your constellation, your my inspiration

And it's you

Your my North Star when I'm lost and feeling blue

Your my sun that's breaking through, it's true

And all the other stars seem dim around you

I thank my lucky stars that I found you

When I see your smilin face

I know nothing' gonna take your place

And it's you, and it's you, and it's you,

and it's you, and it's you, and it's you

my mystic inspiration............x

will you let me orbit around you?

falling as one

my mystic keens
his secret night aches
heard
in the rustling
tenderdrop leaves
and
in the windblown pine
of his beloved wood.

erect, he stands alone
deep in the wild
searching
for
an echoing answer
an echoing answer
knowing they are only heard
in the thin precipice
of dawn

it is there
in his tearsoaked soul
the kneeling spirit weeps
her song of love
unburdening him
with her soft unspokenness
her lips open to
the spilling of his desires.

he falls into her moist tears

in with the morning breeze

i sigh in love remembered

of

your naked soul coursing inside me.

i wrap mine around you.

our bodies entangled in desire

swept up by wanting to feel

a shared moment of loveawakening.

your swelling finds

welcome depths in my dark wetness

our union finds a hot peppered rhythm

until your heat spills in rapture.

I'm waiting to swim in your ecstasy again.

for now, my mind is my lover

i touch myself and let my fantasies escape me

sending me back to our night to remember.

alight.......

together let's move to the pulse of creation and

rejoice in our union patterned from the earth.
spin me with your spirit's rhythm
move me into love's deep cavern
fill me with your naked heat
let Him dance with us as we form into one

will you let me writhe in the pleasure?

my mystic smiles the blues

his soul seeping out of his knowing eyes

he hears music others can't hear

and dances with me

when night stirs secrets

of tangled sorrows

wrapped in blessings.

it nourishes me

and i him.

a short row away sits an island

covered in unfurled ferns

tall, feathery fan ladies

swaying to a jazzy breeze

luring you to settle into it's nesting

with their spreading ease.

i have always wanted to make love on a nest of ferns

surrounded by this garden of green